MEDITATING WHILE WASPS FIGHT

Take a few minutes to sit, I suggest.
Enjoy the quiet, the sunshine,
Pull up a chair,
Close your eyes and breathe;
You know how. Now go.
Ooh, it’s nice out here
It’s hot.
Maybe I should grab a cap.
No, just sit, quietly.
You’re wearing sunscreen, you’ll be fine.
Besides, your latest blood test showed you’re low on Vitamin D.
Soak up some of the real stuff, woman.
Now shush. 
Shut your eyes. Big inhale.
There are wasps under my chair.
It’s fine. Small bugs don’t eat big bugs.
Shut your eyes FFS!
Sorry.
My vision becomes a deep red kaleidoscope,
Populated by two big Tetris floaters practicing naval manoeuvres.
Ignore the damn floaters. 
Inhale.
A big bumbling buzzy bug bangs into the wall behind me,
Bringing me away from Buddha.
Mind you, my spring rolls are rather Buddhist, at the moment, haha.
Bug off, bug.
Inhale. Exhale. I’m doing it. Why is my stomach rumbling so loudly?
Just bloody inhale! 
The mare next door just squealed again, her new companion must have come too close, I hope they’re not shod, they might kick out and break each other’s legs.
What should I eat from now on to try to fix my IBD? Should I revert to lamb and sweet potatoes?
It was pretty boring but I didn’t get sick much. Lost a ton of weight, too.
But you weren’t on the meds back then, you twit. You hardly eat anything.
Inhale. Helicopter. I hope there’s not been a crash on the motorway.
Where’s that plane going to? Ibiza maybe. Wonder how Victoria’s doing…
I wonder who blew up the cash point next to my sister’s house at 4 this morning.
Hey, it’s cool I got my poetry accepted for the anthology! That’s a magical first.
How on earth do people sit here watching their thoughts like clouds for hours at a time?
Also, I’m having some cool thoughts I need to write down for a poem.
Inhale, you moron.
I wonder what the stock market is doing after Liberation Day.
Why am I even thinking about this? I never wonder about the stock market.
I hate that a portion of my brain is infested with snarling, lying politicians.
How can anyone tune into the Cloud Channel with all the devastating news polluting the airwaves?
Shit! The wasps under my chair are fighting. 
What on earth could wasps have to fight about?
Ignore. It’s static. Pull up. Pull up. Levitate to Cloud Level. 
Bzzzzz….
Get off!
Oh, forget this. 
Besides, it’s almost time to go get my nails done.

This is my monkey brain today. Could have won a slalom.

FYI my nails are a pretty bright pink.