deep blue—
you
teem
beneath me;
slip
out from under
my feet…
rush
between
my legs…
you
hold me,
watery womb,
and I
am weightless
in your arms.
moon pulls
and
curve
of earth
bends me…
I have not
crustacean legs
nor fin and gill
to traverse
your terrain;
yet,
you feel
like home.
I try
to hold
on to you
after splashy
dismount;
but
always
you
slip
through
my fingers.

Comments

  1. says

    Thank you for such beautiful imagery bound in these words. I can feel the caress of its waves and the taste of its salty spray. To the deep I am carried to ponder…

    Shalom,
    Denise

  2. says

    I read this post and some before it. Your writing is pure poetry and I greatly enjoyed it.
    I’ve been walking the beach as often as possible lately and saw the broken parts of the sand dollars. I like your conclusion on them.
    Melanie@Bella~Mella

  3. says

    Feels like home to me, too.
    By the way, I’ve been praying for you—peace, joy, surrender, growth, blessing, coming out of refining fire good-as-gold, joy, love, greater intimacy with God…
    Monica

  4. says

    I’m in awe of your poetry. It keeps getting better and better.

    Blessings on your visit to the beach. It’s so chilly here, I can’t imagine a beach vacation this week!

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