The heartbeat pulses in my ear.
The glowing orb emanates
Through my ears
And into the world.
A metronome
of tick and tock.
It speeds up with exertion.
My breath helps quicken
or soften its beats.

The sound of the tide
Turns over and over
Rushing in and out
From my throat to my nose.
I can constrict the flow
To create my own internal ocean.

I am silent
to all I encounter.
Still in peaceful presence
To the beats,
To the incoming tide,
To the moon in the sky,
that waxes and wanes
Its own everchanging journey.

The tide is in tune
and always heeds the call.
Distance does not hinder
the to and fro
of the metronome dance.