Lying In Bed

 I don’t have to get up…

I used to have to.

For years I got up at five,

meditated for two hours,

then went to work.

That’s what I had to do.

I did it.

I had no choice.

Now, I have a choice.

I choose to stay in bed

as the world twists and turns

writhing in extremis

as chaotic as it ever was.

I will get up eventually…

what goes down must come up.

Life was anything but perfect,

and yet, it was and is 

full of miracles

like lying in bed

writing a crappy poem

that (no one knows how)

saves someone’s life…

all because I got up at five

to meditate

for years.