Walmart Take 2

I dared my favorite poet to write a poem about Walmart. She did. Now, my response. I'm really not all that mad about Walmart. It is a friggin Zoo though for sure.

I grab my cart and a wipe
it's clean now and ready to knock
up and down the aisles, with its own
navigational system in that one front
wheel with the black plastic cover and
2 pounds of grocery store grime.

the beginning of my lesson today, breath.
I've come for stuff on the cheap,
lord knows I don't need to
I've come for something else too

Like an anthroplogist and a zen monk
i come to observe
us in a sea of stuff we want
I've come to give up certain parts of myself
the unskillful ways,
I've come to practice being us, nothing else.

the check-out line is the clencher,
the master has given me a pop-quiz.
What's wrong with right now?