Poetry 101: The Calm Inside

The Calm Inside

There is a space,

underneath the madness,

where I reside. 

If I am still,

sometimes,

I can feel myself slip beneath the surface

to the calm. 

Like slipping between clean sheets,

it is a delicious slide. 

My body begins to tingle. 

The light begins to fade into darkness. 

I feel suspended in mid-air

in absolute safety. 

I am utterly alone,

but not lonely for certain. 

I am me and You at once. 

Then, the crow caws. 

The dog barks. 

The light shifts from whence I came. 

I am back. 

I am gone. 

-Me