Meditations

Meditations

Springtime and today,
for me, an inspiration.
Red-Winged Blackbird chirps

and radio on.
Lawnmower is loud outside;
breaks the peaceful sky.

Type, Type, Type, and a
monitor with dust no seen
staring back at me.

Sun seeping in seems
permanent; yet, soon gone down.
All will change and so

will I. Not seeing,
remembering. No, not just
remembering, but

sensing. No dust now.
Sky, tree, air, scent, sound, breeze, sense,
all around me here,

always. So where am
I? Macbook Pro, walls, door, screen,
poetry, bird, scent

of dinner. Kitchen
toddler, stairs, lamp, house, carpet,
Body a surface.

Physiology,
and psychological, mind,
substance. My beard, nails,


hair, growing. Alive.
Consciousness passing
by. Observed. Right now.