Desire

In the afternoon
Sitting silently
In front of Buddha.
I felt the need for a shot
Of whiskey. 

A strange yet appealing
Desire.

And then the thought
Of my lovely wife
Laying next to me
Came crashing in.

Stillness. 

Yes, thoughts and feelings
Are grist for the Zen
Of the moment...
Oh, my, don’t move!

It’s just a thought
Yet, captures my body
And wraps it
Like a tourniquet
Ever so tight.

So I just sit there
Like a statue
Realizing myself
As a human being.