on a grey day in Horseshoe Bay
Wednesday afternoon
for a minute I think I'll stay
to get myself in tune-

through the rhythm of breathing in
then breathing out to be
as one believing in
breathing consciously-

despite mind's seductive lure
thinking thoughts in streams
spiritual and very pure,
at least that's how it seems-

on a grey day in Horseshoe Bay
on a Wednesday afternoon
participating in life's play
once again in tune-