Reflections
meditation
Shifting Gears
by Mary Wellemeyer
There's this feeling of being late, of
Rushing in from work and driving,
Fresh from the traffic on the Interstate.
Now poised to join in a gathering
Already started,
Standing outside the door,
Shedding coat and hat and gloves,
Breathing carefully to slow the rushing,
It seems I stand on an alien planet.
When I open the door,
A blast of calm smacks me hard.
I enter the room on tiptoe.
I feel the highway energy
Jangling through my body,
Already beginning to slide away
As I smile and sit down.
This planet. This room. These friends.
There is more to arriving
Than getting the body into place.
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