There’s a sense of security that rhymes with nature.
It swims in saline sunsets, hunched in the burning shadows beneath the clouds.
There’s a peace just outside of anxiety. It’s rooted in the ground where my bare feet should press, warm and watery.
That’s not all. It’s far and brushes just the grasp of my fingertips. Clear and intangible; shafted light through the window.
Powerful, powerless. Can I surrender and have it?