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She sat on a bench
In a park.

She had found
A little area
That was a little pocket
Of nature and tranquility.
A place she could
Sit in silence
And just be.

She tilted her head back,
Letting the sunlight
Trickle down between
The leaves and branches
Of ancient trees
Onto her face,
Baptizing her in
Pure light.

In this place,
Her reality melted away
And she ceased to be
All the roles
She gave herself,
All the roles
She was given.

She was not
A mother, a daughter,
A wife, a good worker,
A friend, a neighbour,
A graduate, a woman,
A race, a citizen.

She was nothing,
But a human being
Breathing in the soft scents
Of nature.
Breathing it all in
With all her senses.

In being nothing,
She became something.
Something more wonderful
Than all her roles.
Something that was full
Of untapped potential.
Something that knew its place
In the universe
And was content with it.

And as she was tapping
Into her spiritual orgasm,
Her cell phone rang,
And she was tugged,
Pulled back to her reality.

There were reports
To be prepared.
Dinner to be made.
PTA meetings to attend.
Emails to write and
Calls to be made.

A goddess crashing
To the terra firma,
Immortality stripped away,
Body and spirit, vulnerable,
Mind occupied by
The tasks of “living”.

One day,
She promised herself
As she left her pocket
Of nature and tranquility,
She will turn off her cell,
Untethering herself from life
And she will reach
That climax,
That point of concentrated
Peace and enlightenment,
And somehow,
She will return with it,
Even if it is a thimbleful.

It is the one promise,
She vowed to keep.