It's Late

It's late
and
getting later

I've promised myself
repeatedly
to
stop

--go to bed
--get ready for tomorrow

lots to do
lots to do

but then i think
this moment
     is so precious
and
     will never come
again

I wonder if
all our planning
and worrying
will be worth it
or if
zen surfing
is what we
should have done

It's late
and getting
latter

I'm old
and getting
older

What would I do
If I had a million dollars
(-watched a program about
a lottery winner-)
I'd do just what I'm doing
-but much more elegantly, of course,
and on a much newer computer.

I'd practice
Zen surfing
through life
even more intently
Because I'd have the time
--maybe then-- I should find more time
for that now

for Zen surfing
takes no time
it is
     -as we are

plus
there'd be
all that fuss
about tickets and numbers
and such

lots of interviews
and wondering
what to do
with all that money
all that stuff

I'd be so busy buying things
that my Zen
might fly away

probably better not to be
so lucky anyway

maybe I'll buy
a ticket or two
tomorrow

one thing I never do
is listen
to the good advise
I give myself

well i do listen...

--but this could
be a sign...

-oh, give it a rest
and get to bed
with dreams of sugarplums
dancing in your head-