Author Archives: David Hanig

In each of us

There is a chasm,

A yawning gap separating me from me.

Everything necessary will show up,

Always sooner and never later.

Everything you need will knock.

Last year, my house burned down.

It didn’t start with careless embers

Or an unattended stove

“Your mind is the rudest person you know,” said my yoga instructor.

She was right, of course.

If we spoke to our children the way we speak to ourselves, they would call CPS.

My mother wore a wolf-skin.

It was rough and harsh and made her skin itch.

She gave the skin a name.

Today I will learn to peel the onion.

I’ve avoided onions nearly all of my life.

When I smell one, I cry.

A thousand cranes rise heavenwards,

Swirling over our heads,

Crying a thousand cries,

Where do the tears go

After they are shed?

After they wander down your cheeks

I would love a poem –

A poem that croons

And beckons me

It’s so important to have a proper business plan.

After all, if you don’t have a proper business plan,

How do you expect to arrive somewhere?

I sit on the meditation cushion,

Fidgeting with Death,