embrace longing, acknowledge gap

As we hold our breath,

gravity anchors and stretches

our weighed down

horizontal body.

Well, we hold our breath

and candles seem to help,

as the water drains,

but to notice silence is strange

when noise has left one bare.

Sometimes wary of this peace,

part of us laughs nervously,

fearing that behind all that

a storm awaits to break the calm.

There’s also part that exhales,

closes its eyes and lets go –

to the gentle heft of time,

to the sea, at ease or rough.

Is that stillness what we desire

or have we learnt to love chaos,

the quick heartbeat and fire?

Rest our hands in yours

and hold us tight to the ground.

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