Parking Lot Zen

There is a slight hush of trees moving
an almost imperceptible breeze
a single bird
and a few scattered street lights it’s 2am

The world seems to have slowed somehow
my heart beating a steady 4/4 rhythm in
my chest
it’s just me and a cockroach
he just climbed down over the curb
but I know he’s there

My park bench feels like a small oasis from which I can watch the world
but not have to take part
The sense of distance is comforting
like the glass at a hockey rink
or the bullet proof window of a gas station
and it seems funny to me
that I should get my moment of zen
in a parking lot