Light (poetry)

I drink wine

A lot.
I smoke
A lot.

I meditate

In my courtyard

A lot.

Bad dreams

At first

Then better ones come

As I sit with Buddha

In my garden

Better thoughts come too

Slowly

Then the epiphany

I see the moon clearly

I see the stars clearly

I still drink wine

Not as much

I still smoke

Just as much

I meditate more

And my dreams become clear

- Judi Reed, 2013