I took my restless mind out under the stars tonight, the better to observe it.
The uneven ground embraced my uneven thoughts
But sending them off to the night sky took some doing.
It was easier once I began to move a little, reworking familiar asanas.
Managing not to dislodge my starward gaze
Or the too-small quilts beneath and around me.
Eventually a few ideas of size and several small ones departed into the dark.
The same can be said for a handful of brazen meteors
And the fragrant spirits released by crushed clover and grass.