PERSONAL SPACE
My thoughts as I try meditating for the first time:
I am taking a bubblebath on the moon.
It is an old-fashioned, clawfoot tub.
The bubbles . . . the bubbles are flying out of the tub!
Because there’s no gravity on the moon, right?!
Heck! The water is rising out of the tub.
I am flying up out of the tub!
It’s cold here.
What was I thinking?
I am almost 240,000 miles from home.
If I try to get back, I will burn up on re-entry into earth’s atmosphere.
I am suddenly extremely lonely.
And, Oh my God!!! People have telescopes!
Strangers have seen me naked
Flying out of a bubblebath
On the moon.
A couple of weeks after practicing meditation.
I am taking a bubblebath on the moon.
It is a deep, old-fashioned tub.
The barely-there texture of the bubbles reaches my chin as I slip a bit further
Beneath the warm water.
There is a muffled silence as after a heavy snowfall.
The only sound, the delicate pop of bubbles as they burst,
Releasing a hint of strawberry.
My responsibilities are a million miles away.
Nothing is expected of me during this bath.
My soul and my mind recline here together
In a bubblebath
On the moon.
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