I had tears in my eyes. It was the fifteenth October day
so of course the world was so beautiful that it stung
not like a bee but an allergy that the everyday mind,
the everyday body could not be coaxed
into integrating.
When I came upon Sumac
revealing the sacral chakra right on the surface of her leaves,
I was able to say Hello, Sumac, Hello, because just the other day
Hannah from the farm taught me the plant’s name.
Sumac wants all the attention this time of year,
she said, and everyone in our group giggled.
Everyone looked up to give Sumac what she wanted.
Attention – I have for too long been placing it
on my appearing disappearing thoughts, on my rising falling breath.
As if I have a Self. As if I am somehow separate
from Sumac. Separate. Impossible.
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