I don’t have eyes
But I can still feel

My brothers and sisters burrowing
Beside me. I can hear

Seagulls squawking disregarded songs
Children howling shrieks of delight… and of fear
As their tiny toes greet the vast emerald waters.

It is morning and I sit,
Amid my cold, silent siblings
Listening to the whine of the ocean that waxes and wanes,
Listening and waiting.

I don’t take notice when I fall asleep
Heavily dreaming in colors,
Imagining being swept up in a towel and carried away—
Would this be an accident? … Where would I go?
Would it be eternal punishment, or an endless vacation?

And all of a sudden, I feel the waters wash me clean,
Viciously, they throw me around like a lion catching prey.
High tide.

I now bask in the Sun.
And hear feet running near—
They stop; my surrounding siblings yell,
“This is it!!”

What is it? I think, as a group of us
Are lifted higher, hallowed hands place us
So close that we are one with each other,
Above the earth.

A deep voice from above cries,
“We made the perfect kingdom!”

And for a moment,