The water between the rocks
sounds like the giggles
of an alien child.
The silence is
pierced
by birdsong.
And I am all too aware
of the time passing,
but it’s time
well spent.
I am solitary,
but not alone.
The difference is telling,
but I’m used to it now.
The sun feels so good,
like a hug by the fire
after a stormy winter day.
Small waves make
white gold sparkles of sunlight,
blinding even as they beckon,
but I’m not ready
to go.
Beyond Panic 