The Art of No-Task by Don Brandis

We stand with open hand before we ask
the fog is thinning, features may emerge
what is, what was, what will be are no task
 
we watch them swirl and eddy not quite blank
with attitude disguising, what? No fate?
We stand with open mind before we ask
 
Mountains, seas conspire as plains extend
A lazy stretch, a yawn awakening
What is what was what will be are no task
 
Endless afternoon, earworm melody
some are projects, some are clearly not
We stand with open hand before we ask
 
We missed the bus; no matter, it was lost
as we are.  Any fool can tell
We stand with open mind before we ask
What is was will be saunter as no task

About the Poet:

Don Brandis lives quietly outside Seattle reading and writing poems when they show up.  He has a degree in philosophy and a long fascination with Zen.  Some of his poems have appeared in Amethyst Review, Gyroscope Review, Feed the Holy, and elsewhere.  A book of his poems is available, called Paper Birds (Unsolicited Press 2021).  We live in hard times.  We endure as art. His poetry blog is www.place9011.com