Tai Chi

I roll around in my bed at night 

And do tai chi while it snows

I do tai chi beneath my covers

Out of sight

And in the morning 

Everything is white 

Everything’s white in the morning

At midnight I’m up again 

I can’t sleep 

I counted sheep to a thousand 

So I rise and do tai chi in the dark

I close my eyes and feel 

The mountain of thought

That I’ve gathered and compiled

Slowly it’s fading

Slowly the land slide 

I’m riding it down 

While it snows all around me

And everything’s white in the morning 

-jenn