Learning to Smile

You found me here

I am in this perfect chaos

a mind maze

in which I intend to leave

one in which a butterfly


and caught me off guard–

I open my arms

to feel what I think

is a warm wind

the best kind

on a star-shining day

when all thoughts

are erased

and a spotless blank

is consuming us

and we call it meditation

we call it sleeping

we call it escape

but really

the blankness

is a newborn hope


between the feet

of our stumps.