Lifted off her shoulders
A poem about meditation
It was just like in old movies, when the sea spray whipped her face,
and the wave’s fringes lay calmly along the shore like white lace.
She felt her toes curl beneath her, and took a deep breath in,
holding all the world right there, all of its love and sin.
Her eye lids closed around her eyes, darkness tight around her,
The bitter winds’ chill numb to her skin as if she was buried in fur.
The inky waves swallowed her up, as her lungs began to strain,
and her brow creased in fear as it began to suddenly rain.
But she relaxed her mind and her lungs, and let herself exhale.
As if the taunting wing had stopped attacking at her sail.
All was calm, and still, and home, with no worries on her brow,
her eyes fixed on the azure horizon, focused on right now.
Only then, did she open her eyes, surrounded by folders,
At a desk with a pen in her hand, and a weight lifted off her shoulders.
