Suspended between Earth and Sky
in a world awash with blue and gold,
Rocking gently within a cocoon of muted silence,
You are anchored solely by the ceaseless tempo of your own heart,
And by the cool and gentle pressure enveloping you
as a liquid second skin.
A lazy gesture sends you spinning aimlessly,
And with salt-stung eyes you watch as the sunlight ripples above you in response.
A twirl, a kick; you glide almost effortlessly,
across and through and over and under and everywhere with the power of a thought.
Infinity surrounds you,
molds itself to you even as it seeps into your pores
Fluid, ancient, adaptable and ever-present.
And for that breath in time that you are one,
You are at peace.