i looked up which is not something i always do
and there they were,
21 pigeons across a telephone wire
heads tucked into their bodies,
perfectly still and silent,
meditating.
i looked down and
there it was,
a worm squirming its way through blades of wet grass,
meditating,
then a crossing guard waving his hands,
meditating.
a dog’s nose in quivering madness,
meditating,
me counting pigeons docked on a wire,
meditating,
the earth spinning
planets spinning
everything and everyone spinning,
in perfect meditation.
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I’m going to write a poem with the word ‘catenary’ in it.
Thank you.