Mindfulness

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Once you’ve heard a pin drop,

Fallen tears sound like whistling bombs,

Like a torrential downpour of sleet and hail.

And so, the voice in my head tries to drown out the memory

Of the sound of a pin dropping.

Thirty of us heard that miracle pin drop.

That cursed sound graced 60 ears at once.

Now I hear the unfurling of every lock of hair I twist,

The brushing of my shirt against my skin, against itself,

The tinkling of a tin can against my nails as I pick it up,

The crunch of a leaf of spinach as my teeth crush cell walls.

Mindfulness is a terrible state of mind:

Attunement to a dimension vast and sprawling.

It makes you feel like the sound of a pin being dropped.