I’m looking for little pockets of peace, In this chaos that keeps coming towards me, Like the waves of an ocean, Crashing one after...

The setting moon, The cool breeze, I sit by the ocean, Breathing deep, The saltiness of the air, Or the tears on my cheek, The cold sand...

It comes like the waves on the shore, Non-oscillatory but at regular intervals, Bringing particles of fear along, Of what, it doesn’t...