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.