Who, and what

And so you shut your eyes.
You breathe.
In.
Out.
In again.

Slow.
Deliberate.
you reach deep into your memory,
deep beyond the noise,
beyond the maelstrom all around you,
seeking,
searching,
ignoring everything,

until you find it,
that whispering place
where peace lives,
half fog, half sun,
a place of rest, redemption,
and remembering
of who,
and what,
you are.

About this poem

It’s been a crazy few weeks. It’s still crazy. I am just now recovering my inner peace. Not a moment too soon.

Tom