Sometimes I’m thinking without thoughts.

 

It’s not the mind’s a blank, just

I only sense the body's sounds, and texture,

if you see what I mean.

 

Often when I can’t sleep

or during a mid-afternoon lull, after a nap

on Sunday usually.

 

It’s as if I’m looking for the next step or line,

but nothing is taking shape.

I just have to decide what to do with time ahead.

 

The episode passes, duly noted.

It’s because I’m trying too hard,

must learn to do everything lightly.