One Loaf
I’m in
a big box
store
with a buggy
brimming over
with whatnot
and I’m tired
and I look around
and the guy
behind me
puts his one loaf
of French bread
on the conveyor belt
I just look at him
and his bread
and think
“as God is my witness
this will be me
one day, someday
without a buggy
with this one loaf
of French bread
and nothing more”
this is a simple guy
who probably lives
a simple life
he seemed at peace
with himself
and his simple life
I love simplicity
and yet I choose complexity
every single time
why is this
I could take every single item
out of my house
my car
and I guarantee you
it’d all find its way back
inside
why is that
I’m confounded
I like that word: confounded
think I’ll go to the store
and buy one loaf
of French bread
and nothing more
(I gotta know what that feels like
at least once)
Update: I walked into Sams
the other day, May 10, looking for
copies of The Giver, but they were all out
so, I walked out … with nothing
and it felt so weird – what do you do with your hands
TL