Day Two of NaPoWriMo and here’s poem number two. It is especially for my dearest Rachel who thinks I can only write depressing things.
I have always liked the idea of meditation but have never been able to empty my mind sufficiently to do it successfully. Maybe I’ll try doing this. I do have a recurring dream that I’m flying although it’s usually because I’m trying to make my way to something and I’m very, very late. I did think of writing about that but that might sound a bit too depressing…
On Meditation
Parents cluck around children
playing rough and tumble.
Two girls conjoined
by a single headphone
fail badly to harmonise.
Students basking
in the midday heat
share chips, dips and cheap wine.
A football game
vies with beeping horns
and angry cars
to form a wall of sound
that encircles me.
From my grassy perch
I rise and inhale.
Like a trained athlete
I find my mark
and take a run up,
swift and measured
then leap
face up to the sun.
Wingless,
I soar towards blue skies
then glide
in the cool, fresh air.
I eat my fill
of pink candy floss clouds.
Sated,
I make my return
and the world is mine again.
