Adjustments: Retiring From Being A Psychotherapist

as in the yoga class
feeling hands
shift my outstretched arm
to re-align with my hips
and when I opened my eyes to
acknowledge the help
there was no one there,
how sometimes
the adjustments
are subtle, a shift
of weight, of word,
a sigh, a release
of thought, feeling,
anger, hurt
and sometimes
it is more positional,
a postural habit,
bones and muscles
making do
constricting form
over 36 years
of bending forward,
listening, attending
as if in prayer

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I Drive Through

A man walks a field straightened
by young potato greens. A vagrant
wind raises dust. My windows
are closed. How does
he still walk with burning eyes?

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Sinai The Next Day

The morning after
I wonder
was I fully present
did I receive as the earth does,
in gullies and fields filling
my empty thirsty places.

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