Center

There is no doubt I’m scattered,
My thoughts like autumn leaves
Fluttering from one spot to another,
Too jerky, too distractible,
Dangerous at times
To me and those I love.

My disposition’s so intractable,
What can I do to find my center,
To soothe, to calm?
Poses, prose and prayers do not work,
But when I’m channeling a poem
My mind gets in the groove.

©2003 John I. Blair

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