Always Beginning

A Meditative Poem

In the beginning,
Focus drifts lazily,
Nonchalant shadows cross the floor,
Formless memories seeking motivation,
Challenged and dismissed,
By a half-lidded eye,
Roads recede while others open,
Trackways revealed by the mind’s meandering,
Unhindered, weightless,
Focus roams deliberately,
Shifting on its own accord,
The mind searching for patterns, always,
Slipping into gears long left to rust,
Attention…