EMPTY. Where do I go with that? I’m sitting with a full BELLY contemplating the vastness of nothing. Which is too much thought for this moist, grey Sunday. Is it mediation if the mind is simply blank? Thoughts are rolling by like unnoticed clouds, as the mediation teacher used to say, but not with any intention. Yes, for this day empty is too much to take on.

Instead my attention turns to the LEGGY zinnias out the kitchen window. There will be no more fluttering wings to visit them this season. There is a brown rabbit hiding between the weedy tangle, and the low branches of the viburnum, LEERY of a large grey tabby cat who has entered under the trellis, making our yard part of his territory. Pleasures of the watching the LEAFY wilderness, there’s constant motion no matter how still. Oh goodness, my index finger typing now points to existential terrain, quantum concepts.

My eyes are LEAKY.
This empty day has given way to the fullness inside; sitting still I have been moved.

Heather