Up to my eyeballs
In doubt;
Didn’t really meditate,
Just sat at first.
Quite out of it
But enjoyed the fog.
Later body settled into
Spontaneous breathing awareness;
Then pain
In back of shoulders
And neck;
Floated in this discomfort,
But aching all over followed;
Did yoga movements 
While sitting, but 
Caught in reflections again,
Thought, ‘everything leading 
In the wrong direction now,
But what choice do I have?’
Worn out and achy.
Instead of feeling 
Sorry for self, 
Stretched, ate, 
Ran a hot bath, and relaxed; 
All effective,
My efforts worthwhile,
Even though bogged down in
Recurring theme:  my current situation.
At bedtime noticed depression, 
Thought, ‘hello, old friend,’
Relaxed into it, 
Rolled over and slept.
 
