Bluejay Doesn't Know About the Zendo

I'm sitting 
Out in the desert
Old shirt
Straw hat
I'm trying to practice, you know?
I scratch an itch
My mind wanders
I think about real Buddhists
Serious Buddhists
Quiet repose
Concentration
Right effort
This is, of course, the right way to practice
I shoo away a biting fly and watch the birds
Clearly, this is not my practice
Luckily, I know a secret
I took it from the Taoists
When they were busy
Doing nothing
Above me
The sky is empty
Blue, you know?
Maybe it's wishful thinking but it looks like rain