A breath. Another. In. Out. When aware of any thought beyond breathing, a gentle return to the breath. In. Out. Until that period of centering draws to a close.

A daily routine, disrupted during summer and other days off. Or any morning in which I enjoy drinking coffee beside Mira, in our bed, upon awakening to another new day.

gathered clouds
the damp ground before
the next deluge
another line of haikai
another, then another

#tankaprose #tanka #micropoetry #poetry

8/29/20: 29th August 2020 prompt: Gerry Muse #222 (occasional tanka prose) The Daily Ritual