2/3 train, 72nd Street to Clark Street, January 9th, 2014
It was easy to ask Micah; we were both wearing bomber hats. He was open to the idea but not sure how to approach the poem. Most people don’t know where to start, especially when put on the spot. I asked him what he did for a living. “I’m a chef.” I said, “Give it to me like a recipe.” It worked:
Breathe, Take it slow
Right Left Right left
One step and you will be
on your way
Don’t worry
Don’t fear
Don’t hope
Just be, Just do, Just
Notice
Drink water
Taste it.