The Color of Ease

Back then, she hungered

for the absence of worry

and the promise

of unbreakable ease.


She lay there

drifting upon a float

like an unhurried cloud

all body and breath

water lapping up

and over her arms.


She couldn’t name

what she was feeling

but she knew this

is what had been missing


It was as if she’d discovered

a new color

and she imagined coloring

herself in and filling

herself up with

this new possibility

of being.


- Lauren Taub Cohen