the meditation is
over
time has stretched, and tumbled
like tumbleweed
and skated in and around
and through this group
sitting still
honouring stillness
dynamic stillness
filled with the inner work
of rediscovery
and recognition
my eyes remaining closed
I hear the rustle and whisper
of movement
as those around me
rouse themselves and slowly
enter the fray
hushed voices greeting
one another
footfall muffled
rounded sound
gentle emergence
from quietude
and respect for
for those still
still
and, I am warmed
by their encircling, whispered
song
Annie Kiyonaga
2002