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Stillness

by M. Gleason
I’m lying in an ocean so still
Where the water is warm
Wrapping me like
A silk dress, hugging me
Like a loving mother
My arms are outstretched and
I can’t see past my fingertips
Just the turquoise blue
North, south, east, and west
I look up at the sky
No clouds in sight
Not a single creature crosses my eyes
A realization-I’m not close to land
How did I get here?
How do I get back?

M. Gleason lives in the beautiful state of Oregon with her Bernese mountain dog and husband. She spends most of her time writing poetry, reading, and daydreaming.