I sit
on a rocky mountain top,
an eagle soars above
the sun, basking down
warms the granite slab beneath me
a few hikers rest nearby
though no voices interrupt
the silent calm of my thoughts
I lay
on the grassy hill
above Sunset Lake
grass tickling my arms
with each wind's breath
light ripples over the water's surface
it continues as energy through me
head to toe
revitalizing me
with the silent calm of my thoughts
I walk
through the woods
on the fallen leaf casualties
from recent rain and thunder battles
I deliberately breathe in
the moist, crisp scent of decomposition
a part of the cycle
as I watch light waltz over tree trunks
and into the silent calm of my thoughts
I swim
through the deep Caribbean waters
of fallen battleships covered with coral,
sponges and anemones
reclaiming their habitat
I swim
I'm one with the water
and the school of fish I could reach out and touch
my breath
reverberates in my ears
echoing the silent calm of my thoughts
I sit
in the chair across the room
reading on my phone
or watching the show on TV.
Occasionally I look
at the sexy strong man across from me
his shirt pulled over his chin
as he concentrates on his phone.
And as his eyes of stormy sunlit ocean waves
meet mine
a warm peace radiates through me into the silent calm of my thoughts . . .
And I am home.
