Om intoned the yogi
seriously sitting
cross-legged on the floor
Om, said I,
gazing ahead
at the spider on the wall
slowly weaving its web
to perfection
and – a flash –
a fly was caught:
a supper zapped.
And those immersed
in Om
missed a meal.
About Lavinia: I’m from Ireland, my husband from India, and the lives of our four kids are just as mixed up. So of course I write. And have been published on both sides of the Atlantic.
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