Sitting in quiet reflection

Every moment closer to equilibrium

I take another sip of tea.


Feet below the surface

Out of breath.

Waiting for something

Is it for death?

I’m not convinced.

There’s a chance

It’s the moment of quiet–

The moment of silence

Nothing more

Than the moment before

Just another breath.


I acknowledge the great ocean inside

Endless emotions swelling and subsiding

I invite you to swim with caution.