So this is what editing does: 

 Who would have thought….

Sitting in a Buddhist centre
Rows of high-backed chairs
Pews in a church
Cushions on the floor
kneelers in the Cathedral
the quiet of silent prayer.

Swimming the pool
Not planning not  thinking
Not worrying, not remembering
Being in the moment
Feeling the cold air on my  lifted arms
The warm water on my submerged legs.

Walking the local streets
Not miles away in my head,
But watching this step, and this.
I am arrived, I am home,
In the here, in the now.


Who would have thought
The chatter-box, the show-off,
Shaking with panic, frozen with fear,
Would sit and walk in silence.

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