To Be Dissolved into Something

Every time the pain subsides
You rush for the poetry
And wonder if this is when

Others might rush toward prayer
Or meditation cushions
Or out the door for a walk.

Capitalize clarity,
Make grace while the body shines
Or at least glows in the dark.

To compose while still composed
Feels efficient, but who knows
If it benefits the poem.

Probably not. But it does
Outline the hour calm anchored
So peace remains remembered.