Untethered

by Mary Ann Taylor, on mindfulness

Sorry to be late.

The surface of Mercury was hard to leave--

The brightness and darkness,

Stark metaphors,

Lend themselves to such peaceful reflections.

Thinking I had time,

I went on to Saturn,

Lingering briefly at the magnificent

Rings of hurtling stones

Better from a distance,

Actually.

Jupiter next, profound colors,

That jovial “eye” joyful to see.

Then I remembered I had places

To be, to be

Untethered, but alone

Knowing so much more

Than I can say,

But sorry to be late.