Written while listening to Frank Perry’s ‘Deep Peace of the Flowing Air to You’.

Ritual distortion
with bells and bowls

Comfort
without strings

Unspoken rhythm
slipping under deepest layers
meeting no resistance

Wind acquiesces
with a bough

The first fallen leaf
of late summer
touches down

Within weeks
it will crackle

Here the meditation ends

(14 August 2018)

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