first you must retire
from the checking of calendars,
dates and weather  

stop fretting over
scatterings of sticky notes
meant to keep you in order  

you may find yourself
wandering back roads, feeling
the breeze, watching for cows   

lurking in deep ocean
swimming slow circles with sea turtles  

lost in holy hours
holding the hand of your dying friend  

lost in an 8 by 8 foot painting
of nothing but rain falling   

lost in a line of poetry, in a kiss
in the mindful eating of an avocado