Might As Well

Nothing better to do

than remember the sixties

get stoned and listen to “Spirit”.

Nothing better to do

than watch The Great Awakening

unfold slowly

this beautiful day in Tepoztlan.

Haven’t I been here before

watching baseball with my grandpa

in his room?

Haven’t I been here before

exhausted after working with my father

full of roast beef falling asleep on the floor?

Haven’t I been here before

yelling into the phone: “You’re dying!”

my father on the other end of the line?

What ties it all together?

Ah, yes, the feeling of something really

happening, moments we never forget.

Right there, looking, smelling, tasting, 

touching, touched by the moments

we connected to our lives.