I sit on my carpet
Dusting my book and CD player stand
Jon Kabat-Zinn, one of my favorite
meditation teachers
Advocates getting down on the floor at
least once a day
Be it for yoga or praying or sitting to
read a book
In touch with the Earth
Humbling yourself
Putting yourself in perspective
I look out my living room window
Across the parking lot that is my
perpetual view
Up to the top of a street pole
That holds a street lamp
There I see a crow
Looking out from above the lot
Over an entire swath of this town
It knows its place, and I realize mine
And I know
On the carpet, among the stacked books
With dust rag and spray bottle in hand
I am right where I am supposed to be
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