Meditation

On my day off, there is

the gym

afternoon mass

a walk with a friend.

But what about sitting still

in my chair by the window,

letting every truck that comes by

and rattles the floor

be,

along with the sound of heat pumping from the radiator?

In the other room, the clock on the wall ticks. Each stroke like a wine glass shattering against the wall.

The ice-maker in the fridge talks to me.

All beautiful

and terrifying.

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