informal meditation
may afternoon, sun-sodden
after days of rain. i sit
in a blue metal chair
on a mossy brick patio.
mosquito bites itch. i sit
with northern flickers, clouds,
chipmunks, leafy shadows,
until they bore me. i sit
until i bore a rabbit
into his rabbit business.
i sit until the light goes home
and i don’t see myself.
the guest i’ve been waiting for
finally arrives.
i’ve cleared a chair for them.
— sylvester hobson