by Jeffrey Harrison
I'm learning to be a Buddhist in my car,
listening to a book on tape. One problem
is that, before I've gotten very far,
my mind gradually becomes aware
that it has stopped listening, straying from
the task of becoming a Buddhist in my car.
I'm also worried that listening will impair
my driving, as the package label cautions,
but I haven't noticed that, at least so far.
In fact, I may be driving with more care.
There's a sensation of attentive calm
that's part of becoming a Buddhist in your car.
A soothing voice drones on until the car
is transformed into a capsule of wisdom
traveling at high speed, and you feel far
from anywhere but where you really are ...
which is nowhere, really. The biggest problem
is getting the Buddhism out of your car
and into your life. I've failed at that so far.
"Commuter Buddhist" by Jeffrey Harrison, from Into Daylight. © Tupelo Press, 2014.
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