we, drift in the universe.
we, are gathered into a raft.
if forever is a question, bouyancy
is the answer we crafted in nets.
float.
many’s the day that’s all that remained.
the beauty of freedom is willingness
to surrender singular experience.
each moment being the center of forever’s
reaching arms. ordinary is a grace.
some ocean currents are made by me.
although I prefer her more intimate name.
water
I am not everything. but
I am part of everything. my toes included.
wet means we are near.
gravity will hold us in her arms.
whisper to me. listening.
image: just on the edge of being offshore, sea otters like to congregate into a larger communal gathering. we call these rafts. often they keep their place using the long reaching amber seaweed fronds anchored to the seabed floor, then wrapped around their bodies.
MBA webcam views of Monterey Bay used with permission.
please visit and/or support the Monterey Bay Aquarium.
they make the ocean more alive. us too.
please do enlarge the header image.
Beautifully true.
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Thank you Cindy for whispering.
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“I am not everything. but
I am part of everything.” Yes. We are called to the water and we are the water.
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See. See what I mean? You are very generous with me. And you know, my poems are also written to myself, reminding me, who I am.
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I think I need to lean more into writing poems for myself. I tend to always hide behind a story or a theme…but I like how you are willing to explore deeper things. I think this journey deeper into poetry is going to be a big part of my healing process.
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