Joan asked if she could
help me –
a friendly enough clerk
at Walgreen’s,
with a ‘ JOAN ’ name tag -
and I’m trying on sunglasses.
Try these with the pink lenses,
she hands me a pair
I would not have chosen
and as I lift them to my nose
to model them in the mirror
she explains that,
You’ll be able to see God
and the pink glow will warm
your understanding.
Morning epiphany.
The afternoon spent
in a pink haze of holiness,
contemplating all those stories
of Zen masters and their
eccentric methods,
time journeys by association,
scribbling poems about everything,
formulating new life priorities,
and wondering about a shrine
and candles for St. Joan.
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