(Poetic series: Cannabis and Creative Cognition)
(Strain: Afghan Cow)
Why is it we are always here
while wanting to be there?
While we’re living in the now
we longingly wish for where.
Stop striving for the elusive other:
cease thoughts of what could be.
Movement disrupts the cosmic flow.
Breathe. Live. Stasis is free.
In the mountains, we long
for a bright palmed beach.
We wish for hunger, replete.
Satisfaction is beyond our reach.
When the journey is over,
and we’ve had our final bow,
let us then welcome stasis,
and see what happens now!
