March 26, 2015 - 16:19
tank top and shorts
bare feet
messy wet hair
warm skin
my comfort space
filled with sand
sometimes mud
always close to earth
just feet from the concrete
not far from a shower
but those are out of sight
my mind is in this place
drifting and soaking it in
remembering to finally breathe
deep calm washing through me
my inner fish needs this
i need the ocean waves
even when i can’t touch them
I need the dirt and trees
even if i’m hiding on a porch
just that split second
running through the rain
across the sands
it recharges me
((I struggle to just leave my poem with no explanation so I am going to at least leave captions for the above images.
top left: a mountain hike in the forest near Blue Creek, Belize
top right: off one of the Keys near Twin Keys and Carrie Bow Key, Belize
bottom left: momma/baby dolphin off of Crystal Cove Beach, California
bottom right: old name tree in Morris Woods, Bryn Mawr))