Inertia

Something must give in

for things to move.

The calm is unsettling,

the quiet, unbearable.

Before me

the cool blue water

stifled in a pool-

stands still,

almost dead.

All it needs is a soft breeze

or, a playfully thrown pebble

or, maybe a plunge.

It must move

must breathe

must live.

And,

for that,

something must give in…

or, break free-

my inertia.