Meditation Poem by Keith Dovoric

Meditation

Rating: 5.0


Up in the mountains
Out in the woods
Things look better
Air feels good

Meet in the kitchen,
Whenever we can
Eggs in a cast-iron frying pan

Yes, and sometimes life goes faster
than we'd like it
And the wheels will spin, no matter
what you do

A morning rain's mist
A river's swell
A trout goes skipping
Across the old Del

Our backyard, the Catskills
An eagle on high
And I on the porch-front
Catch the Natural Mind's eye

Yes, and sometimes life goes faster
than we'd like it
And the wheels will spin, no matter
what you do
So we row ourselves on up from
the human tidal pool
And actually see a moment through

Now, lover and I
Lay in mutual prayer
Softening touches
Le Anniversare

Yes, and sometimes life goes faster
than we'd like it
And the wheels will spin, no matter
what we do
So we dredge ourselves on up from
the human tidal pool
And actually see a moment through.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
In the hamlet of Shinhopple, New York, nestled in the foothills of the Catskill Mountains, a chain of charming little getaway cabins called Pepacton Cabins reside. The Delaware River flows through their backyards. All throughout the year, one can attest to the majesty and splendour of these seasons when pursuing a sabbatical in these bucolic cottages. While there, I am fond of waking early, my steaming and possibly spiked mug in hand, and slouching onto the porch to watch the mist descend and ascend, manifest and vanish from the skirt of the Catskills, all while listening to the grand music of the Del', its scaly life flapping and darting between the jewels of the rocks.
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