My own reflective consciousness

 

 

 

Now we sit

silent in the closet

of our room

after brushing our teeth

and making the bed

As we sit

I remain quiet 

as not to intrude

Absorbed in stillness

to notice your breath

I watch you sit

tall and plumb

like a radiant statue 

on a blue green cushion

no larger than a serving plate

As you sit

your hands splay open 

fingers turned slightly up

on the tops of your knees

as if to carry folded sheets

we sit restrained

witnessing transformation

attending a sacred communion

to arrive in meditation

we sit

like foam on a still pond 

watching sparrows migrate

extending each moment 

shared between us

now, I sit alone 

for you have wandered

down the alleys and trails 

chasing thoughts

I have released