Quartets of Surrender

I stopped. Trying.
And surrendered.
Like the flight of birds
Pulled to a distant hope.

I stopped. Trying.
And surrendered.
The long death rattle of control
Finally expiring.

I stopped. Trying.
And surrendered.
To the wild rain, low clouds,
Sudden wind, pulling moon.

I stopped. Trying.
And surrendered.
Funny how the world spun on
Most unexpectedly.

I stopped. Trying.
And surrendered.
Each breath enough.
Each breath the last.