Retreat to Meditation

I’m in God’s dry dock.
Hoisted from water’s reach,
Out of my element,
Set aside from the tide,
Perched,
Still,
Silent.

A very strange feeling.

Sitting,
Looking,
Listening
To nothing but myself,
While the barnacles
And the rust
Slowly
Slide
Off.

“Ground yourself”
My mentor said.

Well I have!

And so I sit
Devoid of all the trappings,
The hyperactivity
And the achievements.

Waiting,
Watching, 
Listening.

~ Lee Parker