It is the moment a toe meets the water,
then the body follows,
cooling into nature’s geometry,
into a hush of breath and light.
You enter by degrees,
through shock, through ease,
through that small surrender
that turns into peace.
The forms remain,
soft and deliberate,
while everything around them breathes.
What felt restless
finds its rhythm.
The tide keeps its quiet measure,
like music you notice
only after it’s begun.
The colors don’t need to reach
they’re already there,
holding the eye
the way water holds the sky,
open, exact,
soft enough to stay with you.
What felt restless
finds its rhythm.
The tide keeps its quiet measure,
like music you notice
only after it’s begun.
The colors don’t need to reach
they’re already there,
holding the eye
the way water holds the sky,
open, exact,
soft enough to stay with you.
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