Center

By John I. Blair

There is no doubt I’m scattered,
My thoughts like autumn leaves
Fluttering from one spot to another,
Too jerky, too distractible,
Dangerous at times
To me and those I love.

My disposition’s so intractable,
What can I do to find my center,
To soothe, to calm?
Poses, prose and prayers do not work,
But when I’m channeling a poem
My mind gets in the groove.

©2003 John I. Blair