Tranquility Station

Counting pickets, count the beat
Wear wrong footwear, use wrong feet
Folding answers till they’re neat
Keep Poseidon sweet.
Click the heel, no answer rush
Slow to anger, quick to blush
Smile to fill the question hush
Pattern turns to mush.
Cross aorta, spit and miss
Tidy breathing, tidy bliss
Meditate, and cross goes criss
Must be more to this.
Edge of truth, buttery boon
Out of reach, live cartoon
Mumble something out of tune
And go home way too soon.
Irritation, puff the flame
Seriousness, just the same
A god and everything a game
Or totally lame.
Put a stone down, put a stone
Doan down darn down down down
One foot after another
Only one, only one,
A wave sweeps in and laves all our little wrinkles away.
Hush, hush, there is nothing outside this.