Parking Lot


I meditated in the silent music
red trucks dopplering by

I meditated with my eyes open
shutting out everything but the colors

I traversed memories like a narrow ridge
on the side of a mountain high and grounded

I felt the vibration of the idling car
and darkness of youth thinning out

into something else

I meditated on the moving air staying
still as possible so that I could move

I meditated on the melodic stairs of shifting chords
up and down a slow scale of reflected notes

This I knew: life seeks life

a robin is building a nest in the discarded Christmas
tree that lies still
on our back porch