Be the Building
Make sure you are in a comfortable
position. Steer your attention down
to your foundation piles.
Sense your I-beams, your
cross-braces. Let your elevators
rise and fall in their natural rhythm.
You may feel your thoughts begin to wander
between floors and out into the street.
This is perfectly normal. I want you to accept
the drift of your thoughts, then gather them back
to their allocated desks. Just focus on the stillness.
Listen to the many keyboards inside yourself.
You might experience them as a ticking cavern
or a preschool armed with felted mallets.
Notice the shuffle of your thoughts in your internal
stairwells. There may be pigeons scribbling their nests
in your eaves, a fresh pucker in your wiring, burnt toast
on Level 7. Acknowledge these,
and try not to ask yourself
why your pipes
feel so water-logged
these days, or whether
it’s just a clump of thoughts
leaning on a wall.
Let your elevators rise
and let them softly fall.
Natalie Morrison has an MA in Creative Writing from the International Institute of Modern Letters, where she received the Biggs Family Prize for Poetry in 2016. She lives and works in Wellington. Her debut collection Pins appeared in 2020 (Victoria University Press).