watching
the light
again
as it plays
with the ruby fountain grass
illuminating a spider in its web
underneath the black walnut tree
in between
walking the dog
in the morning light
dishes don't get done
cause i am drawn
back
to watching
the light
again
in my temenos
in meditation
a blessing
but I putter away
the day
i do the things
clean the bathroom mirror
around the sink
and
i return
to watching
the light
again
because
it is
an oasis from the chaos
out there
washed away
cleansed
of all its addictions,
convictions, omissions,
delusions, of confusions,
i become immune
out there
lulled
into a perfect solitude
into union
out there
watching
the light
again