— David Eisbach
My search for a solution is often like
being dragged, naked, screaming over ground glass.
To sit like the Buddha, serene and quiet
does not subdue the horserace in my chest.
What gnaws at my nerve ends does not diminish
with the ebbing of my brain’s desperate calisethenics.
Torturous worry and dread finally enforce fatigue.
My body slowly sinks into a twilight slumber.
Suddenly, I am yanked into consciousness.
Like the sun squeezing through clouds,
the solution appears,
cloaked in calm and simplicity.