A fine poem by Alistair Cockburn: Floating - drifting

floating - drifting
on a cloud
timeless - rising
sinking - rocking
rising -
holding still
tingling through my toes
the warmth
floats
through the arms
exhale - and sink
I feel my chest - my stomach
lifting - drifting
peace through every pore
liquid sunlight soaking
through my eyelids
warming hair
caressing - touching
hands out reaching
feeling
peace
in every wave

Alistair Cockburn