Mindfulness

A dark screen, humming with the power of ancient life.
Emptiness, all bated breath. 'What', we wonder 'will this teach us?'
The smell of alcohol swabs drifts back to a childhood memory-
And, there. Blue. Azure-life springs on the screen.
Morphing, moving. Floating like some odd gas in an alien
equilibrium.
Except, I'm cold, and I remember I forgot a jacket.
Blue to red.
I'm still swimming, and tapping my left foot to some song
Trapped in the recesses of consciousness.
A tingle in the right hand. Pulses. Closed. Empty.
And a verdant light show dances to entertain the screen-watcher.
All of these colors, so many things, caught up in one.
Moving and mixing, and remaining different.
I cannot begin to understand.