#10

The Day-Long Sit

Who would have thought
there was
a lotus
in my own palm

in my elbow, tooth and knee,
and behind my eyeballs
waiting?

Each spot holding
its messages of pain
of ache, of tension,
of tiredness acute
and now that I can see it
I'm going to say,

What a wonder to meet you
on your wicked edge
throbbing knee and tooth!

That's when I see,
the petals reaching out.

Of each and every ache and pain
of each and every throb
there was
a  bud
an honest lip of green
not doing anything
just unfolding
whenever I am ready
to let go.


-Llora H. Kressmann