Pocket Practice

My heart this morning
holds everything,
like one of those rain jackets that folds
into its own little pocket.
My legs and pelvic bowl
slide sweetly into the heart’s pocket.
Now my belly, my head, my arms,
slip into my heart.

What I never expected
was Earth tucking in, too,
the Beings I only saw as settings,
the Green Ones I never knew were conscious.
Now I’m bent on restitution
for eighty years of hubris,
and humbled by the Green Ones
forgiving of my ignorance.
Now the global body nests
in the pocket of my heart.

My stars! The universe, too,
folds within my stretching heart.
Life beyond our tiny planet
curls in my heart’s deep pocket.
And so I rest, with everything
in the infinite pocket, where I share
the boundless well-being
of meditation practice.

©Susa Silvermarie 2025