Lotus pond does not grow, disappointing
Says the brother, and always porridge in the morning
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe up, breathe down
Saturday mind twisted itself
Grinding, looking for clues – and, with an audible pop
Turned inside out, Sunday miracles, freedom
Monday celebration and Tuesday
Unaware, distracted by its Freedom,
Mind bored itself, invented strange things,
I want more (freedom?) – what’s next?
Twisting again
Still pond, lotus flowers
I’ve lost the moment
Except where the fish broke through