Peace, must be
In motion...
Active...
Vibrant...
Living.

I have been told, that,
To float, is pleasant;
I never learned to float
But I have grown accustomed to sinking
...and flailing
...then working my way, back
To the surface, where
With dreams of flying
I realize, I
Still can't even float.

And even though
On most days
It is only four foot deep
...I will not stand.
I believe I must work my way
Across the surface
Without touching bottom.

To stand, is
To stop.
To stop, is
To tempt bothersome shadows.

I would like to say
I choose to flail.
I would like to say
I choose to work!
But to be truthful
I just never learned to float...

Perhaps
To float, is
Tranquility.

But
To Work, is
Peace.

To Work
Across this expanse, of
Momentary endlessness
AND
To feel the depths
Uncertain if today, it is
In fact, only four foot deep;
This is Peace.

One day
Unwillingly•Helplessly•Begrudgingly
I will float.