O Wise One!
Zen Master!
Teaching me patience and humility,
The slow lane to Enlightenment.
You were no voluptuous Buddha,
but sharp, stolid, angular, a slab of steel,
Impassive as I cursed.
Your lessons were many:
Doors won’t lock… Trust Strangers
Back windshield wipers inoperative… Don’t Look Back
No radio reception… Stay in the Here
Odometer stopped… Stay in the Now
Parts Falling Off… Simplify Your Life
Unexplained Noises… Accept What You Cannot Change
Door handle broken… Try Another Door
Passenger door handle broken… Don’t Pick up Hitchhikers
My worldview shaped to your windshield
And the rearview mirror that sank… slowly… down.
To see behind me I had to duck my head
Bowing bowing
bowing all the time like that has got to make you humble.
O Wise One!
Zen Master!
