Parking Lot
I meditated in the silent music
red trucks dopplering byI meditated with my eyes open
shutting out everything but the colorsI traversed memories like a narrow ridge
on the side of a mountain high and groundedI felt the vibration of the idling car
and darkness of youth thinning outinto something else
I meditated on the moving air staying
still as possible so that I could moveI meditated on the melodic stairs of shifting chords
up and down a slow scale of reflected notesThis I knew: life seeks life
a robin is building a nest in the discarded Christmas
tree that lies still
on our back porch