After the Sciatica
my left leg went wooden
paradoxically
it hurt like hell
in-between the agony
meditation
i am not this body i thought
i am not these thoughts i thought
i am not even this mind i said
to myself
i am not this self
my self replied
it was then
that i experienced
a minor - no
a pigmy epiphany
just a wee inkling
(size isn't everything)
smiling on the inside
i made myself a whisky-sour
a strong one
that moment of enlightenment
was as good as any
I’ve had so far
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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