My thoughts are the ebb
drawn by the sea;
the flow returns
without the answers I seek,
no messages
in bottles
or whispering shells,
no sign
from above,
even in the clouds…
my thoughts go out
and nothing returns,
over and over
until I feel lighter
but not empty,
for in that trance,
in that extra space in me,
I realize the flow
has been filling me
with peace.
Poem and image ©Laura Denise
