As I approach
being sixty years old,
I sometimes worry
about my fifty or so a day
cigarette habit,
but it occured to me
today
that peace of mind
is just feeling safe,
and I know
that smokers
never really feel safe
because, you know,
they tell us
that these ciggies
will kill us,
so I am reminded
of Buddha's last meal,
and how he knew
that it was poison
and would kill him,
but he accepted it
gratefully,
and said that it
was his second best meal ever.