Mindfulness

Phone rings and takes us far
While a woman goes inward

On lowly rock faced with sun
Too large for her closed eyes

To contain in their blue irises
Too small for sea to embrace.

A snail gets attention nugget
Inside a little hole below walk.

Feet obtain nugget with sand
Stuck inside the shoe’s lining.

All things get a nugget or two
Including crow on sea’s edge.

The fish ,inside their struggles,
Get no attention in a horizon,

Except by imagining &they are
Probably wiggling for a breath

In helpless net in the high sea.
The word high gets its nugget.

Opposite word ‘ low’ springs up
For attention in the snail’s hole.

If a snail knows the feet coming
Which premonition is question,

Distracting the mind’s attention
Leaving a moss of beauty in sky.

Distraction brings a beauty loss
As if its loss is a gain of lexicon.

Beauty is lost in the trivial game
And all you gain is word’s usage.