Seaweed and Snores, A Poem
Focus on one shining strip of seaweed
Notice the tiny water etched rocks framing the waving shape of something just afloat
To just breathe and free thoughts takes as much time, more time than counting shells
One breathe, then another
The breaths fall over each other, rising and falling like waves
This all takes time, so much effort
How unexpected the exhaustion in focusing ones attention on a life skill that is automatic
Our breaths have a final number
Mine now are noisy at night,
I snore.
He is forced to listen.
Only the ocean roars louder, or so he says.
I smile.
Mary Swims 