Zen Garden

Thwack.
A miss-
step sees
the rake
meet the
eyes. But
this is a 
tiny sand
box, a shovel
the size of
a toothpick,
and only as 
many grains
of sand as
on hand can
wave at. An
other sweet 
afternoon,
converted from
boredom to 
soft breathing,
where lines in
the sand are
constantly erased.