A DAY WITH ANY OTHER NAME (WOULD FEEL THE SAME)

When all thoughts center on
loving lust, addiction, and lists
and the coffee's not working,
my circles growing ever wider...

...I retreat to my wooded lake,
where polychromatic ripples remind
me of the beauty of the moment,
lapping rhythmically their language,
blowing ever downwind to shore.
Sunlight sparkling sequins, spotted,
here, there, and everywhere.
Wind-rustled leaves, like a river,
light breezes blowing clouds over
ever so slowly, on universal
Time to reflect like the water,
to be grounded and found
in the losing of the chaos,
to see the order in the patterns
around me, surrounding me.
Time to feel the only feeling
worth feeling today or any more,
that of peace, tranquility,
serenity, serendipity,
synchronicity in symmetry
no matter the score,
to Feel Alive Again and at home
by my lake, on the shore.