Each breath rolls in
Gathering bits of worry
Tangled
Salted
Sand and weed
Shiny treasures 
All I must unravel
Discover
Believe
And each breath lays quiet
For just that moment
On my heart
Before it turns
In tidal tears
To wash me to the sea
Searching deep
Pulling soulfully
Every particle of grief
Every anxious moon




Sara Mathews     February 2019