The Hot Place

 

Meditation One

Newly captured
Afternoon golden
Drops its line on the floor
Peek in between the thoughts
And draw water inward
Charmed slow rise
Of feverish droplets
Outstretched

 

Gazing through the surface
Chin pierces the reflection
Warm immersion
Arched back
And floating
Twisting of fingers
Grasping a notion steady pulsing

 

I could close my eyes
And go to sleep
I could close my eyes
So that we could meet

 

 

-Jan.8, 2003