Packing (Real Meditations)

Breathe In.  Driving to the city.  It doesn’t matter what you pack.  Breathe Out.  Forget about what to bring.  You have an apartment full of stuff.  Breathe In. But what about clothing?  Breathe Out.   Apartment full of clothing too.  Breathe In.  Your white clothing is all here.  White is good for July.  Breathe Out.  Black’s good too.  Plenty of black.  Breathe In. What about books?   Breathe Out.  You’re kidding if you think you have to bring books.  Breathe In.  But you just got the new book about the three women and their sex lives from the library.  Might be good to read this weekend.  Breathe Out.  Forget that too.  Breathe In. What about the farm vegetables in the fridge?  And the good eggs.  Breathe Out.  Crazy to take food to the city.  You always bring back food from the city.  Olives bread etc. Breathe In.  Vitamin D?  Do you still have some left there?  Breathe Out.  If you don’t you can walk to Zen Medica in two minutes.  Breathe In.  You should be able to just walk out the door.  Breathe Out.  You can never just walk out the door.  Breathe In.  Maybe make a sign for going back and forth.  Don’t Worry About What What You’re Taking.  Breathe Out.  That won’t help.  Breathe In.  What about meditation?  Breathe Out.  That won’t help much either.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

1 Comment

  1. Wow. If you really did breathe like this on the road you would pass out. You’ve got everyone reading this hyperventilating. I do usually try to breathe in and out— your breathe in and out poems. Not so easy to do! I do like meditation and I do like breathing. Maybe if you wrote a few breathing sonnets… Today when I read Breathe In I went ‘Oh no!’

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