Tried meditation once -- I can't remember why,
but with something like faith, I gave it a try. Once.
Assumed the position -- mental antennae up.

Worries rushed in the void, chimeras I knew well. 
I asked the guy for help. (The center had a staff.)
A trying meditation this was. Members nearby

enjoyed their private Zen, untroubled by me. "New guy,"
they might have been thinking. Except they weren't. With
something like faith I lacked, they ignored my dry run.

"Waterfall river lake," he told me, then walked off. 
Now I had a mantra. So when life gets dry, loud, 
assume the position, mental antennae up.  

Written in community with VerseLove, a group of mostly educators writing a poem every day of April (National Poetry Month). The prompt for today: Write a cascade poem.