Copying: Mundane Motion

Don’t think,
Just do;
That seems to be
The only motto
That’s working
Right now;

Write a poem,
Sort through some papers,
Shred and dispose of
The leftovers,

Shower and laundry,
Calamine on
And cook supper,
Go to work and focus on that;

That’s what’s happening,
Incredibly mundane
And uninteresting,
But so it goes.

One foot,
And then another,
One day,
And then the next,

Proceeding on,
Not stopping to look
As I don’t want to,

Waiting for this
Dreadful mood
To pass through,

To be replaced by another,
Preferably less blue;
I’m really tired of this,
And I bet you are too!

Copious: Shingles, Difficulty and Doubt

Strangely,
It’s not the pain
That’s most irksome
But the low moods
That keep persisting;

Pain I know
All too well,
Though perhaps
They are related,
I don’t know;

Anyway,
The predominant colour
Is not pink calamine,
But blue,

Fatigue is also
A prominent feature
Of this discomfort stew,
Which contributes to the other two;

But what’s this got to do
With meditation?
Nothing maybe,
As I’m full of doubt too;

I am questioning
How this is worthwhile,
Whether it really helps
In the absence of other resources;

Alternatively,
It’s mostly common sense,
Which reduces the quality
Of the ambiance;
How silly to hang on that,
But so many do,
And so, I guess I’m no different.

Coping: Not in the Pink

Still spreading
The calamine pink,
Quite tedious
I think,

And amazing that
Such a simple task
Taxes my mindfulness
To the limit;

How to stay with
An uninteresting situation,
A reminder of the slowness
With which healing takes place;

Meanwhile,
Other obstacles
And irritations
Continue to arise

At the same time
As I’m recovering
From this current
Time consuming annoyance;

It all adds up to
Difficulty staying here,
Preferring elsewhere
Or just not knowing at all,

And how to negotiate that
Remains a task I dislike
That I don’t feel
I do well;

But then, who does
All the time?
No one,
Or so I think.