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.