Meditation

I'm searching for that moment...
fumbled by the fingers of my mind, as it
stumbled down the driveway of seduction.

Straightened back,
I'm poising like a heron,
but the silver minnow
swiftly gulped me up,
                        beak to tail.

Coming back, crack my shoulders,
Let the breath release
then asking, look carefully, look
for something
stable, metamorphosizes
into slumping
as my lashes intertwine
and romping dreams,
marching in formation,
begin to honk the tuba.

What was that!

Sit back up, now softly turn
the gaze within
probing for the boundaries of peace
floating comfy breathing lungs,

I'm spinning like a daisy,
I'm buzzing down for pollen,
I'm gliding through the meadow,
       (completely lost my compass),
slouching into lapse,

musters to the
corner of my lip:
a pearl of saliva.