When awareness returns, I can see through
the fog of thought
and breathe in
shoulders
held
tight,
breathe out
tall, swaying
trees shimmering
at water’s edge in early morning light.
JDG
When awareness returns, I can see through
the fog of thought
and breathe in
shoulders
held
tight,
breathe out
tall, swaying
trees shimmering
at water’s edge in early morning light.
JDG