these things that started off as crazy weed
in a million different directions
north, south, east, west, north by northwest
east south, western pacific
but if you let them go, they started to look
like trees, nice looking trees rising up
touching the glow of the heavens
with dark green leaves
medium sized palm tree palming
with fronds that slapped together in the wind
sounding ominous, menacing
a couple of evergreens, I love evergreens
some kind of big bushes that would bloom
with these hallucinogenic looking purple flowers
just begging to take you on a trip
two weeks of trips by the bay
all cordoned off by a pine fence
I used to sit down and meditate behind the greenery
no one could see me from the nosy windows of the house
so dense and lush for this lush
one summer I started using an old shed
for my meditation out of the winds and rain
after some years, I noticed that the thicket
had become less dense and in fact had
practically vanished
the palm tree had died and it’s fronds had
turned brown and brittle and broke at a mere touch
the evergreens were thinned out and were on life support
the purple flower sprouting bushes appeared anorexic
and no longer giving free trips anywhere
the pine fence now dirty brown-weather beaten
in my old meditation place, you’d be spotted immediately; there was no longer any holy privacy
