monkey mind
“Matt, this is Chris.”
“Chris, this is Danni. With an ‘i.’”
“Danni, this is Nicole.”
“I think we met at the book club.”
“David, this is Stacy.”
“Hi, these are my parents. They’re in
from Sweden.”
“We’re here for 20 days.”
“C.C., there are no eggs over there.”
“Someone go tell C.C. that all the eggs
are over here.”
“Honey, we hid them so we know
where they are.”
“What time are you guys starting
your Easter egg hunt?
Because we were going to start
around 11 and we don’t want
to get in your way.”
“I think we just lost some of our eggs
to the competition.”
“Kids, go to the doggie park. The
doggie park. Go to the
doggie park.”
“I think that guy is meditating.”
“Oh, that’s a good idea.”
8 April 2012
Prospect Park
Brooklyn, NY
It’s National Poetry Writing Month! A poem a day, each day in April. I meditated in Prospect Park today in what started as an empty field and became an Easter egg hunt.
