POETRY
A Skyward Gaze
a poem
Jan 20, 2024
Subconscious rises to conscious,
the conversations your soul has
behind your thoughts.
Between waves of respiration
that tiny voice reveals itself
like a buoy.
Washed clean by breaths, mind is easy,
clamoring lulls beyond thinking,
beyond setting.
Life, lolling on a gyroscope,
reflecting its own paradox
on the surface,
wavering. All instants made more
stunning in reverberation.
Instants, ripples,
forming new instants, forever.
The horizon glow I inhale
with every breath.
Fingers brushing the calm water,
droplets falling from strands of hair.
A skyward gaze.