the plumber from Newark

i was living in the now

the other day,

yesterday

or the day

before, exploring my Beta

male

mentality,

with low

testosterone,

when i was at a stoplight,

pretzeled into

a yoga

pose,

meditating,

trying to levitate

myself away

from the world that has

its hold,

when the car behind

me honked his

horn

and yelled me when

the light changed.

A plumber from Newark,

waving a wrench,

trying to get to a job.

he told me to get off the road

and go home.

then called me bad names

which hurt

my feelings.

it's so hard

these days being in touch

with oneself,

and 

experiencing one's inner

soul.

i still get upset and cry about it

i couldn't wait to crawl under

the bed

with my three cats

when i got home.