I tried to meditate today
but when I cast my line inward,
all I reeled in were property taxes
and grocery lists.
Nobody is brave
enough to say:
you are drying up.
Hurry,
pry me open,
shock me
awake.
I need to animate
this gift of flesh.
Life!
I look up at the sky,
and I am reassured
that I am small.
All it takes is few breaths
and my soul dilates,
I am once again
aware.