Empty

One day I fell on my head.
I got to my feet my heart missing no beats,
even body and mind seemed quite fine.
With my senses intact I went right back
to the daily grind of mothering, farming and riding equines.

A few weeks later my world went blank,
a seizure maybe, you’ll be fine, one doctor said,
but the mother board was an erased slate.
Thoughts became empty space,
a newfound way to meditate.

So now, when I long to escape I don’t hesitate
to climb inside the silence of my mind,
snuggle in its little nest where I find solace and rest.