This poem of mine is published in the Fall 2014 issue of WestWard Quarterly Magazine:
Inchworm Meditation
Gazing past trees and bushes –
to see calm water beyond.
Some tiny movement close-by.
Inchworm measures length
of bark, brown and slant.
Ah! One moment,
silly and playful –
the next poised tall
on hind legs.
Perfect stillness.
Image of a stick.
Serene meditation.
Not even the tiniest
flicker of movement now.
Oneness with bark is all
that’s evident in the moment.
This attention can go on and on.
What are your thoughts?