It is constant
It is a practice
How many times a day do I need to stop and refocus my mind?
Sometimes I can lose count
Sometimes the count is moot
But that doesn’t mean I am anything other than good
Good I
am good
It is a constant practice
a love I cannot shake
But would you want to shrug as hard as you could
to slough off what it means to be
you every minute?
I keep still, I keep the weight
so when I notice its absence
it’s something I can taste
(Photo cred to Cooper D.)
(2018)