Calm Harbor

Unwinding the tightly coiled spring
that I didn’t know was there—
no center to circle round,
to tend, to worry over.
how strange to be unmoored..

Last night I slept unbroken hours,
woke to no commitments—
not thinking "up in time for—"
whatever it might be,
changing through the years.

The sun seeps into my muscles
unfamiliar sense of letting go.
it doesn’t matter now—take your time
no one needs anything.
I have washed up on shore.

Lari Smith