Meditation

For a while
for just a while
how long a while I cannot tell
I sit and blur to greenery
focused on sound
become
the breath
the pace
wind in the trees

birdsong
insect wing
white surf

rain on roof
the drier’s tumble-hum
the tick of time

no tock
no patterned thought
no lock

on anything
external

I slow the world on which I spin

eternal
within