Peace

Froth dances at my feet.  The sunshine rains down on me from above, penetrating every pore.  I

inch closer and closer to the awaiting bed of blue restlessness desiring to embrace me.

Finally, I give in.  I curve my figure midair, and descend into the body.

My worries are left behind, above me, for others to toil with.

This is my home.  The other was a temporary phase.

Down here, one is not judged, but loved.

It is a silent, understanding adoration.

I feel all of the different textures.

Rough, smooth, gritty, lumpy.

My body wants oxygen.

My mind is reluctant.

They cannot agree.

Air gives up.

I let go.

She

Who is she?
Is she meeting someone?
She sips her coffee quietly
As if she wants to run.

Where is she from?
No one knows the answer.
Everyday she comes.
No one speaks to her.

Why is she here?
Maybe to meet some friends.
But what has she to fear?
Her temperament slowly descends.

When will she leave?
Perhaps when she finds her purpose.
She needs to be free.
Quietly she exits.

The Corridor

I met you in the corridor.

Passing without spoken word.

Averting eyes to avoid war.

Your steps were those of a bird.

A smile falls on my face.

Pain twinges my heart.

Where is my place?

From you I feel so far.

Could things have changed?

Do you want to try again?

I still have that picture frame.

I still hold you within.

Please come back to me.

What is the rush for?

I need us to be.

I met you in the corridor.