It is ice-cold today (11°, sky-blue, bare,)
but I have found a patch of sunlight
to cover and warm my legs while I practice.
The heat stays with me when I get up—
while I light a candle
(tangerine and bergamot, mandarin and thyme)
partly just because
partly in honor of the moment,
in honor of being awake,
in honor of the chance to tease out
the meaning of what’s in front of me.