Road Race

 

I could sit zazen

With a clear and empty mind

Focused repose from the

Busyness of the world

 

Instead I strapped into my

Porsche roll cage

Cocoon and fired up

Its raspy sound

 

On the track the other

Cars within inches

At the very limits of adhesion

There was no room for error

And no room for random thought

 

It becomes Zen no mind

It is active meditation

And the road race

Nothing more

Then an idea