This poem is part of series of poems that have been inspired by morning meditation. This one was begun while I lived on the island of Kauai and was practicing the Kundalini Yoga Meditation known as Long Ek Ong Kars. It involved long periods of chanting.
The albatross and I
are more alike than different,
navigating long distances
Her tiny hypothalamus
works like an autopilot—allows her to
half-sleep while flying
from Alaska to the North Shore of Kauai
and over again.
At 4 a.m.
on the second floor lanai
looking up at the stars, I mistake myself
for looking down
and believe I am falling into them.
Gemini, Orion, Cassiopeia.
They are not themselves,
but a reflection of themselves on black water.
I open the wings of my voice.
In a half-dream toward dawn,
the outlines of palms rustle,
and a rooster has been crowing for hours.