salt water, salty skin
we are creatures of the sea:
churning waters of a storm,
calm ripples of a clear mind.
what will the day, the mind, the sky bring today?
creatures of the sea, our fingers link--
pale and soft gripping something rough,
nails bitten to the quick, that has become home--
as the waters of our own mind crash over head.
to go under or over, to cradle breath or
lose it to fear, is a choice.
this ocean, this sea, she teaches me great things.
I miss her stunning touch amongst the quiet and stony redwoods,
my companion and mentor.