Lock myself in the shell of this cave

as familiar objects provide comfort

Nurture my spirit in an empty silence

What I did this period, the souls I touched

Roll the page and with a breath

bring back my chi, nurture my spirit

learning from silence when I’ve said so much

learning from silence that I should observe

as much as there is to give

there is much to hold

As this wonderful current takes me from end to end of the river

zig zag and back again

Stop me so I can catch my breath

be reflective and quietly observe

Hose off my heart, expel the junk

Massage my muscles for another day

Yoga my body, bring me comfort

Nurture my spirit

from the bottom up.

By tuttysan © 2007

Rest stop – a poem. Photo: Chicago Botanic Garden.