"Practical concerns may lure you away from assembling yourself
on a daily basis.
Running through trees, hearing one's breath
in any endeavor alongside a train,
and the child who speaks grenadine sentences sniffles,
trips upon himself, stumbles down the stairs.
And now three persons ask you at once,
your forehead has fallen to the floor,
we must leave in two minutes or be late.
Voices grow into beaded hot liquid, serpents are lost.
Practice now.
You are also that animal breathing quietly
on a wooden bench, head slightly bowed.
Practice seeing yourself fully assembled, completely here.
Not cloistered in a future or withheld in a past.
Pull your legs close and say nothing.
You think that you have never seen a person
within the perfect trust of closing eyes in unison
and inhabitant of the breath."