The drumming of my feet as I run
heats my blood, pumps my oxygen,
syncs my thought, my strategies to live,
so many strategies –
During planned time with the universe on my couch
I recalibrate, I seek to meet the ideals of my ethos
a breeze comes through the window
I taste serenity in my head
I release myself into being held
Here I am this me and we are we
wrapped in thought and sensation
Out there a nebula looks like
the Madonna and Child, a calm commentary
painted in vast matter and light
~ Lady