Share of Thoughts

My Journey

My Journey
Silver

A gentle rise on the surface of something vast.
No need to kick.
No desperate grab for shore.

The sun softly warms the eyelids
And the waves of water, a study, are quite rhythmic.

The world sloped slightly, a slow, easy oscillation.
Borders bThe bordersween the blue above
And the blue below.

My body is a small, unburdened boat, held easily oscillating.
Thoughts, like scattered leaves,
Move past without catching.

I'm suspended between ups and downs,
A breath held lightly,
Then release softly into the calm and wide air.

A perfect, temporary ease.
Simply being where the current wishes to take me.


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Tuesday 17
Prompt Word: Floating