For Jane

MEDITATION

Were I to sit here long enough, positioned so unnatural
that I am pulled more by muscle ache than any prayerful thought -

If I am distracted by itch and glasses falling in my eyes
that I do not need because my eyes are closed in contemplation -

If the outside, obtrusive noise rings louder than this inner voice
that drew me here to gong and book and spilling vibrant water -

Were I to calm the churning thoughts of yesterday's give and take
in which I only sought laughter in response to brotherhood -

What if I could dispel the questions and the doubts and simple fears
that resonate like a pong-game in the flower courtyard of my mind -

Could All of You then wait awhile longer here with me?

papa