Deep at night,
pillows supporting your back.
Eyes are closed,
and you gaze at the shapes behind your eyes.
You remember this day:
Motes of cotton fluttering down to Earth,
A cairn built for no reason.
And the monkey mind comes to the forefront
and berates you.
You fight him down and answer the question you asked yourself.
You open your eyes and your clock says it's
been ten minutes,
but it felt like a second.
Your mind is lighter.