I close my eyes to be in my body,
I notice the stiffness in my left neck and shoulder
I am attempting to meditate,
but the need to move my shoulder is stronger.
circles. stretches. and the stiffness
moves as pain to my forehead.
recognizing the migraine
behind my left eyebrow,
I seek release in the shape of dry tears.

movement, sitting still, and the need to write.
words bubbling up.
I shall shift between those three.

if in doubt and when at unease
find the child and the dog that is downward
I know this. why do I stay away from both?

I try to twist myself out of the tightness
but in the end all I can do is sit with it

energies start to move. I forget to
count the circles. goosebumps.
the geese already honked. earlier.
and we saw a few at dusk.

I have been letting go of myself
of feeling well in my body
of feeling well with my days

once my shoulder has been moved a little
and the most urgent words have been caught,
I can sit still and let thoughts float by

my left neck and shoulder and eyebrow still hurt
I let them be heavy and realize that I am ignoring their stiffness most of the time.

I put my feet up the wall
in my trusty sleeping bag

the words tuck me in as fewer and fewer come
retreating, they wish me rest and promise
that they will return tomorrow.
my body tucks me in.
my arms feel as if floating on a cloud.
no borders.
just a sublime jelly fish on the floor.
my spine twists, in a good way

most of all, the warmth under
my down sleeping bag tucks me in.

I moved myself to sleep.
I wrote myself to sleep.
I sat myself to sleep.
I warmed myself to sleep.

tears leave a trail of salt on my cheeks