Stretched thin by uncertainty,

by loss,

now an inseparable blend:

A gossamer veil.

Another world, active as this one,

signals faintly,

in blurred sound, through garbled sight,

from the other side.

I sit on dead calm sea

in my little light boat, just me.

No waft of wind, or lapping tide..

I squirm inside knowing nothing

can be done.

Sitting here while the surrounding world

holds its breath

I look about at the shorelessness

wondering,

what could possibly be next?

For now, I sit

reminding my lungs to expand,

to release,

to expand,

to release…

other worlds can’t communicate

without a hollow

for silence.