Don’t Tell Me to Meditate!

You don’t understand.
I can sit like a Buddha statue
and breathe in and out
but my mind skitters about
like a squirrel sure that statue
is hiding acorns in every crevasse.
I can just start writing, but soon
I’ve got a grocery list
and notes about all the things
I should no next week.
I can turn on an app
to play chimes for me to start,
ring a bell every few minutes,
and I wonder when the next chime
orbell will sound, I fret about my position,
I peek at others who may be doing it
and wonder how they manage
to stop and meditate
when somebody says to.
Don’t tell me to meditate.
Show me how to find peace
so I can sit there and meditate
and find some more!