The leader says this pose looks easy,
but relaxing is very difficult for many.
Savasana, lying like a corpse, but conscious.
No more struggling, awareness, tension subsiding slowly –
my mind wandering onto a dark path.
A line of cars leave the funeral
led by one sprouting too many flowers.
Driving slowly, headlights on, ignoring the stoplight,
some passengers serious and somber, others laughing.
Hopefully, all for the same mournful reasons.
There are 1440 minutes in a day.
The nurse tells me my heart beats
80 times per minute – 115,200 a day.
So many moments, exacting products of distance
multiplied by the charge of absent love.
* Though a “moment” is an inexact measure of time, in physics, it is something that can be calculated using a formula.
Marking the day by the piling snow.
Breakfast dusted the grass and speckled sidewalks.
Lunch soup, and a blanketed picnic table.
By tea time, pillows on lawn chairs.
Night baffled and warm, a world asleep.
You have been in a depressed phase.
That isn’t necessarily anything to worry about.
Everyone goes through a few blue periods.
You need to feel whatever you’re feeling
and work your way through negative emotions.
(a found poem)