Tonight I walked
as if I could outrun myself
wanting to shake off
this feeling of jangliness
with speed
leaving it behind.
In sitting meditation
I was restless
itching to get moving.
In walking
the vigour rattled my bones
shook out
the feeling of dissatisfaction.
I found myself again
in autumn croci
blowsy
bulbous
flopping out of their pot
too heavy for spindly stems
a perfect shade of lilac.
They called my name
insistently
I could not ignore.
Their outrageous beauty
caught me
brought me
back to myself
dispelled all restlessness
taught me.
© 9 Sep 2014
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