Ten Toes Above the Water Line

ten toes above the water line

moisture in the air and a glass of wine

here is where I rejuvenate

This is what I do

when life is too much, too fast, too harsh, too painful

half submerged-half awake

I think, I contemplate

slow down my heart rate

slow down my racing mind

This is what I do

to find peace

little rituals we repeat

stroking and calming ourselves

moments alone to search our soul for answers

ask hard questions of why we run at windmills

For this is what I do

a female, Don Quixote

battling my invisible foe

tonight I nurse a wounded ego

spurned like a naughty child

I retreat to repair the damage

one single crystal drop floats across an extended toe

triggers an epiphany

expands into thought

merges into words

"You bring this upon yourself"

Yes, this is what I do

in every situation with every new face I meet

I expose myself Full Monty!

amid bubbles and scented candles

searching for one clear thought

one true measurement, I'm desperate to understand-Why?

This is what I do!