ForRest

Creation happens
On the bare gaps of life
Moving through a stilling pause,
The surrender of rest.

It’s in the infinite flourish of my pen on the paper
Swirling smoke over the teacup
Dandelion oil gliding through my skin
Freshness of breath flooding the sternum.

It’s in the quietness of Bentee mountain watching over my window
Light making pretty shapes through a sieve of leaves
It’s in the treasures I hold in my basket,
The dance of the seaweed arriving on the shore.

It’s my lover's limbs entangled in mine in the middle of the night
A hug from a friend 
The fleeting smile of a stranger,
And petting the neighbour’s cat.

Have a pause
Take a breath
Look around,

Rest.
Rest.
Rest.