MARKITOS

‘Think of yourself, Markitos’ –
I was warmly tucked in bed
when Amida put these words
into my woolly head.

Help me, Master, help me!
I had murmured in distress,
wrestling with my pillow
in a bloody awful mess.

His answer reassured me.
I rolled over on my side,
surprise and satisfaction
impossible to hide.

‘Think of myself’ – Permission
to snooze for another hour?
Bask in Love’s latent glory?
Surrender to Other Power?

At any rate, I am up now
and the autumn sky is blue.
Please read this little poem
if you’ve nothing else to do.