Scanning the horizon
Listening to the breath come in, then go out
Counting the stars in the sky
Waiting for nothing to happen
Or something.
Attending to what is there and what isn’t.
It’s quiet, yes
but sometimes my own pulse is deafening
the wash of thoughts
the rise of my fears.
I can start to shake in the silence
But I keep my eyes open
Watching for something or nothing.
