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