To Coach

Drifting

In the dark sweet silence of the night,

I watch the stars.

I never sleep anymore.

I just watch the stars from the comfort of my lawn.

The ever croaking frogs sing a never ending rhythm of peace.

Crickets hum along the melody.

And ever so seldom, I can hear the beautiful solo of the wind whistling through the trees like the sweet sound of an angelic harp.

The faint sounds of water dripping from the roof, and wind chimes far out in the distance, ease my mind.

Occasionally my peace is interrupted by a passing car, or a howling dog.

But in a matter of minutes my peace is restored.

I find serenity again,

My ever racing mind slows,

And I drift.

I drift on long rides in the car, on walks, in class, and even in conversations. I drift ever so lightly, like a feather in the breeze. But, on cool wet nights, this is when I drift the best.

Wrapped in a blanket of stars, listening to an orchestra of peace, under a flickering street light, I no longer feel alone.

This is how I survive.

This is my peace.

This is serenity.

This is my comfort.

This is my home.

This is my safe haven.

This is how I drift.

Signed

Miss Invisible