The Gift

Inside so drab and tedious

The air is thick with illness and boredom

Winter’s chill weighs heavy

But the sun shines

So in warm layers I find the water

Rolling softly in the steady breeze

Tiny waves ripple and sparkle

Forwards and backwards

Swirling among themselves

As if never really moving

I am mesmerized



I close my eyes in peaceful meditation

But open them suddenly

Not to miss the dance of the water before me

My soul softens in stillness

And I am grateful for this gift

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