Meditation at the Diner

Sitting
still

in a public place,
breathing
deeply,           eyes unfocused,
feeling the air,
counting

the seconds.

1 2 3 in. 1 2 3 out
repeat

as long as it takes
for the magic

to happen.

They stare out of the side of their eyes, unsure
what they are seeing.

Insanity, or
pure sanity indeed.

1 2 3 in. 1 2 3 out.

In another time,
when you were older
and far more broken,                                You might have cared.

But not
now.

You breathe.

Mostly I meditate first thing in the morning, still in bed. But sometimes I need a refresher. People in my favorite diner are kinda used to me. Other places?

Not so much.

Tom