The quiet waters beckon, whispering for the nearby loons to hear

Alone in the dark wildness, 

Only the silent stars watching as events unfold

I approach in this fugue, feeling the gentle breeze against my face, lifting tendrils of hair in examination as though deciding if I can stay

The peace I feel sinks into my bones, into the thumping of my heart, 

The air in my lungs joins the breeze gentle puffs of warmth against the night

I cast off the rope,

Drifting free on warm waters, amniotic fluid of life beneath me while the sky sings 

I am one and myself at this moment,

Unmoored and complete