Me
The vaulted sky set
with stars, water lapping the pier
in prayer and all around me,
the late evening air still warm
from the day. What holds this
all together also holds me
in the moment, the gentle breeze
that is blowing in from the sea
is my breath, the restlessness
that moves deep below
the surface calm
is my restlessness.
I am tired of holding out,
at times thrashing against gravity
to preserve the subterfuge of me.
Be it alone or a part of the evening
in its quiet rest, the drift of the tides
and the star filled heavens
arched in splendor above me,
we are all being drawn inextricably
towards a somewhere, knowingly
or unaware, joyously or in fear,
towards home.
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