Meditation

Written this morning for NaPoWriMo.

 

Meditation

Morning spills a trapezoid
of sunlight on the floor.
I align my cushion within
the gold geometry
and face the sun.

Each day in spring the angle
grows less oblique,
a difference invisible
to the human eye
except when measured in seasons.

The sun in its traveling arc
teaches me to trust
in subtle change.

 

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