Mid-life Meditation

I never managed the Lotus position
Sinking so far before I stuck
An apt metaphor for my life in general
It became one of those things
To do before I died
To be tried at intervals
To see if anything had changed

I tried again this morning
Whilst sat in the garden
In menopausal meditation
Failing just as the heavens opened
And my back gave out
Cementing me in the mud

So now I’m watching the grass grow
Thinking it’s time to mow the meadow
And wishing I had a dog