I’m no ******* Buddha,
that’s for sure.
Legend has it that
he meditated and fasted for months
at a time. After one moment he stopped.
For me, a meager four days in,
that feat might as well be like going to Mars
in a paraglider. And my seatbelt is too tight.
George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, The Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The Atlantic, Havana Times, South China Morning Post, The Buffalo News, and more.
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