While at Peace
While at Peace
...don't think too hard.
What brings me balance?
Breath
breath
breath
as many deep breaths
as I can take
before passing out
Tea
more tea
Melissa
and Simon
Remembering
what it's like
to be held by my parents
to be held in liminal space
to be held in the arms of God
where there is nothing
nothing to hold onto
nothing between me
and everything else
unique but made of
the same exact stuff:
love.
I balanced all,
brought all to mind,
the years to come seemed waste of breath,
a waste of breath the years behind,
in balance with this life,
this death.
~ William Butler Yeats
