Being Horizontal

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.

 

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