Lying down, thinking,
noticing what supports me
from underneath
I find myself checking in
with what it means
to be horizontal.
I could be sleeping,
flying in my dreams, or
meditating in savasana.
Being very still and
letting go.
I could be sick –
too sick or broken
to stand
lying horizontal in my room
or in the hospital
or in the nursing home.
I could be at the beach
lying in the sand
or floating horizontal
in between the waves.
But maybe what’s important
about being horizontal
is the support
I feel beneath me.
And that, being horizontal,
is just one of the ways
I get to be me.