Jane Victoria King

Alone at Sea

a small poem of reflection

A ripple evokes a stare.

You see yourself.

With movement.

Yet, a calmness.

Have you been here before?

Dilemmas diminish.

Elsewhere, life is busy.

But you are not.

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