Mediation on When we Saunter

 Mediation on When we Saunter:

We walk, sometimes in silence, other times we clammer loudly

the garbage trunk smells of trash and winter’s waste.

We walk; the sun shines on us as we ask each other questions

about art and existence—we come into clearings

the smell of dog urine seeps from the lawns and into our noses. 

Our talks are disinterested, yet so intrinsically beautiful

we illuminate as we mediate on the thoughts of what is graceful.

We mediate on the smell of urine, the sound of the garbage truck;

we mediate on the philosophy of Heidegger, the bitter taste of grapefruit. 

Our mediation is bounded up in our sauntering; we saunter as the cold winter

breeze brings chills to our noses. We mediate on the masks we wear; 

we mediate on song, we mediate on Jesus, we mediate on the American world

we mediate on objectivity, we mediate on subjectivity, we mediate on contemplation.