Submitted by Ali Grimshaw

Something other than sleep
more like jumping into water of coolness.
Not dreamland, but renewal of return,
more like the thrill of meeting someone new,
in the skin of an old friend.

Extension of bones to a full tank of calm.
A refrain from shallowness and gasping.
Diversion from daily tunnels of thought.
The upside-down of frenetic.

When was the last time your bare feet felt
the smooth tile of the lobby?
The feel of breath leaving your body
an elevator going down
to revisit the ground floor.
An entrance to rest.

Photo credit: William Turner – Sonnenuntergang über einem

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