One day of grace. In the roller coaster of my emotional turmoil I reel in a single day of relative calm. Space in the agitation of my daily upheavals to lie on the couch and read a book. I spread a blanket over myself and I touch. Little waves of pleasure washing over me. It is an ocean. I am bobbing like you might in open water. I am agited in a quiet way. Today. Rare contentment. One last day of rest. Later, maybe I will swim.