meditation is like a prayer
opening silent to listen
or simply to exist together
with what might be found

i never know with my mind
if anything is said, done
only my tasks for the day
rise to the front thought

but i feel it must matter
if only to remind us that
i will always look for
what is beyond me to feel

the evergreen remembers
all that presses in
written in bark and rings
gathering even more
waters from far deeper
below the earth, towers
feeling the air move
from season to season
hundreds or thousands
what does it matter
small creatures scurry
with their fast minds
circles of years by
the hundreds feeling
seasons stretch vast
limbs in the varied breeze
and the waters falling
always falling as i rise
while breathing back my due

the power of anger
   is clarity
   sharp focus
on the narrow wedge
whose point begins
   in me
extending out like
a binary on or off
simulation of the sea
the abstract devoid
of briny swirls
   dead jelly
fish shining in light
or even the darker
beyond the deadly
   pressure
miles of water rears
   (🍑)

home is along
a messy path
away and back
and who we find
sitting with us
tall as trees
  or squat
as shrubs turning
bright in between
  familiar
curves following
familiar ways
no matter where
as if hinting
we were always
  there