She had the knack of inertia br Drifting on blue water sans float br Arms folded beneath her head, legs akimbo br br Basking in the backyard, ignoring wasps br Absolutely still, mulling, I suppose br But to all appearances in limbo. br br Was it inner peace or something else? br A trick of shutting down br Casting herself into a spell. br br She wore a Buddha's smile br Not a trace of furrow, thinking thoughts or not. br Did she have the knack of that as well?br br Hanque O . . .