Not Here

At the beach
By the water
Seeking refuge
From the hot.

The sound of water
Lapping at the shore,
Melodic and relaxing sounds
Putting me and
Easing me
Into a meditative state.

Breathing deeply—
Inhale—hold
Exhale—slowly
Drifting—away
To my special place.

Away from distraction
Of the world.
Peace is upon me—
I am one with nature
One with the water

I’m floating but
Not swimming;
Alive—but not working.
I listen with my inner ear.

All is calm until
The noise
The traffic
The phone
The job
The kids
The bills
The problems
Frustrations
Procrastinations
Failures
The squawking
The questions
The pain
Bring me back
To reality
Until I go back to the beach again in my mind.

TW 6/20/06