Today I loved my own stillness

in silence I found good company

in my reflection: an old friend meeting as if for the first time

and the paradox nourished me like never before

“Bien dans sa peau” is a good place to be

What is life, but a story suspended

with pages torn-

Bookmarked for later mending

A smoothing in time

beyond the insecurities of youth

We find that the tick of the clock and the talk of the town

Mean nothing more

Than the tap of the keyboard

And the turning of a page

At the end of an era

We find our truest selves

Wanting nothing more

Than to be who we are

right now