Meditation

There is no religion in meditation

but it's worth visiting with your mind

in the morning. What will you find? 

Equally, think about the moose and nation.

Cleaning house no less than apocalypse, 

food rations. The mind lights at random.

Sit ten minutes. Breathe in, out.

Counting, or imagining the mind's a horse

galloping leads to other thoughts, not

catastrophe but also not allowed. Visit

with your bones which will outlast

words and desires. In them there's a fire

banked low, where particles of sun are

stored and slowed, or stilled entirely.

That's where I reside. Not really, 

not certainly, not virtually. Then

eyes open, flowering or snow falling, the day begins

no wiser, happier or myself.