In the nick of time, I bump into Gary at the bus stop
Caught in indecision,
my better self on the brink of winning;
I will not get the bus,
I will walk home mindfully.
But my brain is still racing in three different directions at once
and the adjustment will not come easily.
This week, my friends are true companions.
They keep suddenly appearing,
like mindfulness angels!
Yesterday, in a café, like three wise Magi,
crowned with twinkly eyes betraying a readiness to see the funny side,
Alex, Martin and Gary arrived at the next table
as I was meeting colleagues.
As unexpected as if they’d ridden in on camels.
Today, Gary stands tall, relaxed;
ready to pause.
We reflect on how difficult meditation and mindfulness is these days
and how important it is
to become acquainted with your own mind.
He surveys the street with a shrewd gaze,
diagnoses a hidden epidemic;
an outbreak of mindlessness.
By nighttime I will discover I carefully filed my receipt in the expenses area of my purse,
but forgot to pick up the pens I’d just bought.
They must be sitting there, on the checkout still,
or did I somehow drop them on the floor and not into my bag?
This is what constant divided attention does for you;
So many lost things.
We go our separate ways
I realise I’ve been marching heavily.
Now I will stop pelting it hell for leather
and return to walking lightly,
on this fragile earth.
I am neither strolling
nor racing ahead
I am walking
at a walking pace
How else should I walk, after all?
Gary’s right; it’s been good to me so far, this jar.