I didn’t learn how to meditate
from Bruce Lee.
How to kick,
or keep calm.
And he didn’t pass on
his ability to hack away
at the unessential.
What Bruce Lee taught me
is how to be a parent.
How to be quietly alive,
awake and attentive,
not expecting
but watching
for whatever may come.
It is not a lesson in being perfect,
but being present,
and if he were here,
I would thank him
for all the moments
I didn’t miss.