Deep Pools of Black

Drifting,

Attempting to ride currented carpet 

that has a Method of alluding and betraying,

The abusive voice lingers in the wings of my mind.

He steps out in small bursts, twists his head, sneers his lip, and wreaks havoc. 

With a swollen chest of pride, he slinks back to the stalking corner.

Breathe.

Pray.

Presence.

Return to Me.

Return Home.

He strikes again.

A continual dance;

Pendulum of soul and mind;

A dynamic duo that I plead to become a solo act of soul.

An inhale as I see her - 

Elongated neck rising above the brush;

A poignant gaze that pierces me,

Deep pools of black search my being.

Muscles tense as she assesses;

Ears flip as the sound of my disturbance reaches them.

A softening.

A delicate dual of optics

Honoring each other's presence and place in this world.

She sees me;

The real me.

No menacing voice in the corner.

No illusions.

Neither foe nor friend.

Me.

A fellow being living in this beautiful 

world, surrounded by 

water, life, earth, and isolation.

Easing into acceptance of each other, she gently and purposely returns to her munching. 

And I return to my floating;

No longer adrift

But grounded in truth;

Delivered from and by the deep pools of black.