Snapshot

I’m sitting with warmth on the back of my neck

heat still in the September sun

the wind with a chill

outside.

All is quiet, except for the serenading of the radio

and the thoughts in my head.

The thoughts in my head

like a constant companion

ever changing but consistantly present.

I let the heat of the sun melt them

and watch as they tumble over one another

like sand grains in an hour glass,

down into my body to find their own place to settle.

I watch in wonder as they trickle down,

taking the tension in my jaw and my breath with them

softening as they go.

Today most of them find their way to my heart,

comforted by the warmth of flesh,

a bed to lie in,

a sense of home.

No need for effort

their journey is over.

And with this end,

Peace