It's Still Life

The Sea

Soft as a held breath, it speaks —
pebbles learning rhythm,
each stone
a lifetime smoothed
and given back.

The sun rests behind a veil,
its gentle mercy,
not wanting to scorch.

Wind and water barter secrets,
a salt and hush trade in tides.
And he stands listening,
a child of this quiet moment,

so let the sound wash your bones —
those, forgetting to breathe.
Let the steady pull teach you
what it means to be unhurried.

Here, where horizons loosen
the world’s tight knots —
may you carry this calm
like a small lantern into your day.

Poem by Misky 2006-2025.