Be still. Can you?

Can you be still in silence?

WIthout the pressure of tomorrow

Or the loss of now to black and white or dot and no dot

The thick scars of yesterday.

What do they do?

I am sitting now.

Listening for you, my God, in this moment

And I don’t understand what you are saying

When you make the waves lap in rhythm

or the ripples of the sea squiggle like profound calligraphy

If only I could read it.

Would I understand everything. Or would I miss the now?

Copyright Serena Williams January 2012