OCTOBER 30, 12:45AM [REVISITED]

Running still;

Running, still

as still as a resting tide

lain on the hardwood

They said to imagine 

the Earth is holding you up, supporting you

You aren’t groundless,

as long as you have your yoga mat 

The moon came in,

Falling down—

Nope, it was the intrusive lamppost outside

and I was on the first floor

The light turned me into 

a blue sheet of fabric

Puppy pose made space 

The refrigerator made a thirsty sound

a grungy hunt for something;

my attention 

There was a bird down the street,

painted onto the corner

of a joint house 

I felt I was flying too

Music from the loud washing machine ran all night

Lamppost: moonlight in the dark

I was floating in it, in savasana 

It wasn’t what I imagined 

but it was happening 

I was there 

My soul’s night wouldn't leave me alone 

I dressed the place with flowers

Pink carnations,

yellow roses,

yellow daisies

were my white flag 

The one orange calendula was my humor,

waiting for a phone call

My night pretended not to be hungry 

though it swelled and sang,

or it was me,

focused on the healing