A strand of seaweed stranded on crashing waves. The water’s surface reflecting the sun’s place.
I’m breathing the salty taste,
Of ocean water in a daze.
In one moment I’m inept
At making sense of thoughts that I have kept,
Hidden and swept,
Under imaginary rugs that inside my mind I have left.
A purple butterfly glides over the creek.
The power of its wings tend to seek,
Destinations that can beat,
The spirit of its journey into the waters’ deep.
The tall grass is now swaying.
I am at the ledge, looking, sitting,
At the fish in water that keep jumping,
To awaken me and calm the thumping.
Healing heart and head.
