Spirituality

Still, Very Still

A Poem

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(020625 6:12 am)

I am not Human
I don’t have the strength to think;
Only sit still, very still
And accept all that is

There is a large pile of laundry
In a closet upstairs
It needs doing
It is sitting still, very still

Laundry cannot breathe
It is not human
Most days I am human
Today I am not

The laundry will not get done
I’m OK with that

I’m calm
I have accepted my fate
Uncertainty awaits
Patience will be required
I will be still, very still

My future is dubious
It always is
My spirit is sincere
Without exception

I reach for something I need
It’s not there
I cannot turn the corner
I cannot get to Zero
But I can get to One (!)