Morning Meditation
Shortly after sunrise
I picked five small tomatoes
to be sliced
added to rice and chicken
and served with bread, cheese and cranberry juice
which reminded me
to take a package of pork chops from the freezer
for tomorrow.
I don't even know if there will be a tomorrow.
Whenever I check it's always NOW!
Frankly I'm becoming suspicious
of this 'tomorrow' concept.
If NOW turns out to be
tomorrow
what does that say about
yesterday?
yesterday?
What does that say about NOW?
Whether it's now, yesterday or tomorrow
those pork chops will be eaten.
That's the important thing.
art and poetry by David H. Roche
(C) 2017
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