I rake this sand because I think that that’s zen
it seems zen-like to rake sand in my new zen garden, right?
then Jack runs through it barking, wanting to play, making a mess with paw prints and holes
freshly raked sand is his play box
and I wonder, what’s the point?
is ten minutes of raking perfect rows for one whole minute of permanence— zen?
I’m momentarily angry
his eyes dance, his tail wags and he barks
I smile at him
I love Jack
I love this moment
zen is temporary
zen is impermanence—
it’s raking for Jack