I sit in many places, in many ways
Cross legged and cross
Feet turned outward, catching the light
In the theater I sit, waiting to be entertained
At the dinner table, waiting to be fed
Sitting is more waiting than anything else
Sitting on a stump, I watch God’s world, destroyed
Sitting on the shore, I dream of setting sail
Leaving the bright lights behind me
I rarely meditate while standing,
Though prayer comes in all forms
Still, sitting is not supplication
Just so, my mind sits throughout the day
Moment to moment, between the moments
Beyond repose
