Meditation

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