A Hundred Gourds 2:4 September 2013
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Claire Everett - UK

Under your Nose

We’ve been a part of each other’s lives from the beginning, but I think you took it for granted I was always there for you. Getting you to really pay attention to me was quite a different matter. Crazes, homes, jobs, lovers, all came and went. When were you going to wake up and realise I was a constant in your life?

The things I had to resort to get you to notice me over the years. In the dark times you’d listen to me, so I settled for that. It was enough to be there, to figure in your life at all.

Then something changed. I don’t know if it was your age, the realisation that you were going nowhere fast, but suddenly, yes, I was there! I’d been here all along. You’ve got a certain glow about you now. You smile more. You say I take you places you've never been before and that’s without leaving the house . . .

time out
from yourself
leave the engine
ticking over, breathe
the mountain air

all that shimmers the surface . . .
willow breeze
the gentle tug
of the moorings

between the in
and the out-breath
a thought finds you . . .
voices of leaves
pulse of rain

the ache in your knees
and in your ankle,
the moss-covered rock
that is the zafu . . .
return to the breath

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