I saw a deceased palmetto bug
this morning in the rest room
of our favorite coffee shop .
It is the first we’ve seen
in four winters here in Florida,
and we didn’t mourn its passing.
Forty-six years ago, during
a previous Florida life, my cat
would find numerous palmettos,
which she found made great toys
to dribble across the terazzo floors
of the small apartment, and
once deceased, tuck into a corner
for later play, or when upset with me,
to deposit in some location where
I couldn’t hope to notice until
it was too late, the grin
on her face positively Cheshire.
She also caught mice, despite being
declawed, but she had the courtesy
to deposit their bodies by front door.
I’ve been searching for a teacher
for such a long time but despite
every effort, the goal eludes me
They say that when the student is ready
the teacher appears, but i know
in my heart I am truly ready.
I looked in all of the likely
and a number of unlikely places,
to the point i now look everywhere.
I saw man stoop to pet a random dog
this morning and wondered, hoped, he
could be the teacher i am seeking
but then he attached the leash
and pulled the reluctant dog
into the waiting van, inpatient.
I thought that the barista
in my favorite coffee shop
might be the one, her smile
always gentle, inviting, and
clearly a yogini, but she had
too much goth skin art for my needs.
I’ll continue the search for I know
the teacher is there if only I wouldn’t run
into mirrors whenever I was getting close.