Easily: Arrow Remover

Grocery shopping,
Muzak making me crazy!
Tried to imagine
Being in outer space
But no dice;

Resorted to
Counting breaths instead
And saw at once the pull against my mind
Caused by the annoying caterwauling.

Irritation arising from
Interference with concentration
On the task at hand
Was the cause of this distraction;

Oh, what a contraction!
And what a relief
To find an alternative
To reaction,

Regaining traction;
Able to relax,
As a glitch at the cash register
Held up the lengthening line,

Then remembered to do stretching
And so allay the irritation
Triggered by catching on the whiney singing
And the delay;

So much to learn
From such simple occasions,
So many ways
To practice,

Feels great to have a menu of options
And useful strategies
That when employed with alacrity
Bring such benefit and even hilarity.

Ease: Exploding Vision

Lurching back and forth,
Undecided on what to do
Or where to go from here;
This wheel spinning is not fun,
That’s sure.

Let me out of here!
But then, taking hold,
Imagining
Orbiting the earth

And ease and peace
Surge forth,
No turmoil is visible
From atop this roof of the world;

And then the vision expands further,
Zooming backwards until
From outside the galaxy is the view,
Looking inwards towards the big light show,

And from there as well
No disturbance looms
But only growing joy
And tranquility too;

Then at last, standing back once more,
Inhabiting the space
Between the clusters of galaxies
Of which ours is but one among many;

And finally,
Pondering infinity
And now forget
All about regret,

No confusion here,
As all seems clear,
Floating about the void
And then letting that slip away too.

Earthquake: Uncertain Focus

And so, I’ve returned
To writing it seems,
Without noticing
How it slipped back in.

Thus, here I am,
Where I began
And soon perhaps
It’s time to go?

To get back to
That which I know?
Leaving this forum
For a while?

Then later maybe
Shall return,
When there’s actually
Something concrete to learn.

Meanwhile,
All seems under control,
My pain management recipes
Seem to be full.

Hence, for now I rest,
Leaving this spot behind,
Perhaps revisiting that novel
I meant to write.

My next project
I think
Could be that
But carrying with me these benefits.

The meditation march
Mayhaps is done
Or I may keep that up
To feed my creativity’s stomach, . . .
Or this too may be, only speculative fiction after all.