Mindfulness

The blackness of the night
         is slowly lifting
and a world is reappearing
         before my eyes
a world I sometimes live in
         when I’m not buried
within the confines
         of my mind

The world is often
         such a cold hostile place
while my mind
         is safe and cosy
and full of the things I like
         pleasant thoughts
and the imprint
         of the people I love

Sometimes of course
         it’s quite the reverse
and I’m more than happy
         to escape
from the clutches
         of total recall
free from the memory
         of all my sins of omission
and commission
         then I’m relieved
to get out
         into the endlessly
distracting world
         and leave the aches
and pains of my past
         behind

John Lyons