Our world doth shrink
But so do our needs.
Cut off from it all
When tide doth recede.
Taketh this time
For comfort and calm,
For reflection and growth,
For rest and for balm.
Breathe now, deeply.
Fill up thine gills.
And go forth!
Reborn and renewed
When tide doth fill.
 
5 x 7 print on linen cardstock