Walk Away.

The art of a cold shoulder.
So smooth and glassy.
There is not a hold
to grab on to, it is too
wide to put your fingers,
hands, or body around.
I have an image in my mind:
the automatic vacuum cleaner
that moves about the room,
a machine the size of a medium pizza,
3 inches thick. It goes around the
room
bumping in
to walls.
When it bumps in to
something it will turn around
and go a completely
different way.
I find myself
identifying
with this machine.

Yesterday I got a facial.
It was grounding, I traveled
to a magical wonderland
where I could let the thoughts
that came up slide right by.
It was a calm place where
letting go
was easy to do.
It is hard to get to
but when you
are there...

When it was over I got to
enjoy that for 10 minutes
before the phone was off
and running. My thoughts
were lined up
half way around the block,
impatiently waiting
for their turn.