Meditating on a Beetle

I woke this morning at 4 a.m.

My mind full of deadlines and work not yet done,

So I rose to complete some of it -

Getting very little satisfaction from the result.

To battle the brain-gaps I've been experiencing during the past couple of days,

I retreated to the Florida Room to meditate.

Breathing deeply and humming a note comfortable in my range

I tried to clear my head.

But every time I started to relax, I felt the strangest twitching under my bare thigh.

I opened my eyes to find that I was sitting on a beetle.