Mindfulness is turning the light on
At three AM to hunt for mosquitos.
Your naked frame towering over me
Like a bloodthirsty Amazon woman.
The culprit smeared against the wall by
The deft strike of your hardened hand.
An adventure ideally set in a rainforest
Unfolds in the dark of our Brooklyn bed.
The landscapes of our mindfulness
Disclosing to us the essence of reality.
Outside the window space extends in
A vast expanse of countless mosquitos.
We turn the light out and endeavor
Again to find our much needed sleep.
There was no separation between your
Mind and my own as we drifted off.
