Oh, the mind
is a mixed blessing
Let out into the dark, it
explores, is
easily startled by
moves in the night
or an unexpected noise,
rattled and difficult to soothe,
unruly and tangled in upon itself
Do not bother with efforts
to calm it
Instead
just breathe
The mind, that clever toddler
captivated by so much,
sometimes draws close to
An
Unhurried
Breath
Lured near, as if to a campfire
on a cold night
it may come to you
curl up, press itself close to your side
Puff Of Smoke Poems 