Standing in line is where it's at.
I mean, once I lock my knees
and stare straight ahead,
eyes unfocused,
the world becomes Zen.
I become Zen.
My breathing encompasses
eternity.
And the long wait is
a sacrament.
I first discovered all this while
waiting in line for a Detroit-style
pizza.
At first I was distressed
at the long line,
but then I thought to myself:
"There are no problems,
there is only the Line."
Detachment followed immediately.
The Line and I became one,
and time disappeared
into a warm fuzzy blanket.
And when I got my order
I gave it to a homeless person.
I was no longer in need
of physical sustenance.
Now I seek out lines to stand in to wait.
For vaccines.
For toilet paper.
For artisan bread.
For polo mallets.
For Godot.
And sometimes I stand in line
all by myself
on my patio --
And sometimes I stand
on street corners
with a sign reading:
"The Line Starts Here."
And people get it.
They really get it.
They line up behind me
for hours and days.
Sometimes weeks.
When the world is ready
I shall start the never-ending
Line,
which has no stop
in either time or space.
And Detroit-style pizza
shall descend on us all
from the heavens
without money and without
cost.
Selah.
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