Midweek Meditation
Meditation is synesthesia,
aerate to the brain.
At the park,
I visualize the prayer
hands two flowers make
when they wrap
their stems together.
Sun escapes between
fissures in the petals
as high beams crisscross
along the soundless street.
Wind sweeps hair
into my face,
a few strands
caught in my mouth.
The blanket underneath me
is soporific against my body –
the wet grass, a cradle song.
Orange blossom tea
fills my nostrils,
as I gain my bearings,
cobwebs evanesce.
I remember,
what it’s like
to share the great
outdoors with my shadow,
how it puts me
to sleep as others
continue to daydream by.
Samuel Strathman is a poet, author, educator, and editor at Cypress: A Poetry Journal. Some of his poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Rejection Letters, Pink Plastic House Journal, The Mark Literary Review, and elsewhere. Two of his chapbooks will be in print later this year. "In Flocks of Three to Five" will be published by Anstuther Press. "The Incubus" will be published by Roaring Junior Press.
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