I meditated yesterday.
Yes, I,
the metal head,
who drinks too much
whiskey and beer,
and eats too much
cheese,
quieted
the blood curdling screams
and indescribable noise,
and did nothing,
but stare
at a hummingbird
for a half hour.
It felt like
an eternity.
Bliss,
some call it.
When I came back
to reality
I saw
a ufo.
It flew by
an airplane
and danced
in the sky.
It was pure white
and kind of tumbled,
lazily,
through space,
and slowed down,
then sped up,
until finally,
disappearing
into the clouds.
I laid there
in a daze,
almost high,
blessed
to be shown
this wonderful sight.
When I got up,
I searched around
for a beer,
a shot,
a song
to celebrate.
Nothing surrounded me.
It felt good,
but then again,
it didn't.
I laid back down
and closed my eyes.
There was a drip,
a cool, refreshing
break
from the heat and the miracles.
It was my woman
with a beer
and a smile.
Finally,
I said.
What?
was her reply.
Nothing,
again appeared,
this time
out of my mouth.
No need for anything else.
My prayers
were answered.
