New Year's pool

New Year's pool, pellucid, pale 
blue, lazy ripples
barely touch the edge.
Yellow, pink, white blooms
float at arm's length 
and riot in the garden.

I float. 
A starfish, ears submerged,
my nerves untangling.
Sun hot on my face. 

A small bell tinkles,
water trickles from a Buddha shrine. 
A butterfly flutters by, and
Tibetan prayer flags stir in the breeze. 

I emerge whole,
at peace.
This is.
I am. 
The breeze gently beckons
and I follow its call.