Meditation with Weights – a poem by Diane Elayne Dees

Meditation with Weights

The turf is my temple,
the sled my altar—
each white line a mala
to help me remember
my breath. I remember
my breath and my legs,
my feet and my hips,
my hands and my arms.
I remember each person
who helped heal my body.
The white lines compel me
to move on in spite of
exhaustion, sore muscles,
depression, and age.
My heart pounds a message
that life courses through me,
though I may feel distant
from life and its source.
All that I know is: keep
pushing and pushing—
reminding myself
that my breath is my life.


Diane Elayne Dees‘s poems have been published in many journals and anthologies. Diane, who lives in Covington, Louisiana, also publishes Women Who Serve, a blog that covers women’s professional tennis throughout the world. (

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