I breathe better here.
Here where sand meets sea, meets sky,
meets setting sun. Here where I am released
from the burden of trying.
What seemed so convincingly worthy
of worry yesterday
sifts like warm sand through open hand.
The quiet teacher inside and all around,
invites me to hush. Invites you too. To hush everything
that is somewhere else, everything
that is anywhere other than
here.
- Julia Fehrenbacher
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