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I find moments of peace
standing along shores muddled long
in ancestry.
I am Alone
with my simple thoughts,
fully aware of the weight,
the immense depth procured through
simplicity.
The cool water’s edge breeze
holds me.
Comforts me.
All is quiet,
yet so alive.
Internally…
Externally…
The squish of the soil beneath
melts into my soles.
I glance outward
at the rippling water:
A fellow body caressed
by the swish of the wind.
I wish to connect;
to submerge boundaries…
Certain the water will
support me
I reach out,
longing for the embrace.
Step
Upon
Step
Upon
Step.
I feel the sweet and supple sting.
My body grows moist…
Grows wet…
Is drenched!
My skin is leaking all over,
merging with the murky water.
They seem interchangeable.
One bleeding into the other:
The perfect mixture,
an anointed hybrid of
H20.
The splash of water dances
around my ears
as melodically as a lullaby.
I am being seduced!
Caressingly rinsed
by the swooning water,
my mind suddenly seems so
clean, so pure.
I am surrounded.
I am at peace.
All is quiet and still.
I left my breath as a gift
to the wind.
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