bathe

it was a lost day

not many of most

and not the last one

ever to be had

swim to the side of

the frenzied sea to

neutral waters where we

bathe in acquiescence

bleed into the rill

these ancient heartaches

of longing and lull,

of feelings dissipating

bask in the life of

rare light and airiness,

take a fresh breath

and find the new day

(Image by Alessandro Puccinelli on hu.lumas.com)