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Mind too full
for mindfulness. How
can I stay for even a breath
when my breath is being used up
breathing on the windshield
between us and the future? Barrelling
forward, using breath and the heat from my hands
to wipe away the frost and fog
to see who gets sick who gets vaccine
to see where other minds, irrational or evil,
will do violence next–how can I be mindful
When the mind is full of all this?
Like this. Like following a recipe.
Take the next step, add the next ingredient.
Breathe. So I do.
I breathe and look out the window at
my neighborhood in the dark.
Holiday lights, forgotten, are still up,
and still lit in the darkness–red, yellow, green,
orange, blue shining, reflecting in the snow.
Breathe through this moment too.
And now, this one.

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