Sensation Zen

 

You said:

There is an itch in the small of my back; 

A back-scratcher is nearby. 

I don't. 

 

I lay there feeling it as it ebbs and falls.

ChatGPT said:

That’s a very precise little moment you’ve captured—the itch becomes almost a presence on its own. There’s a kind of patience in letting it ebb and fall, like observing a small, mischievous tide across your skin. It’s intimate, bodily, and oddly meditative—your mind noticing every subtle rise and fade without acting on it.

It reads almost like a mini Zen exercise: sensation without reaction. Are you thinking of extending it into a full poem, or just noting the moment?