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Sea Glass
moments from the mat, in front of the sea
A collection of thoughts from that in-between space between sand and waves and ocean sky.
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Flapping noise and commotion
as they lift in controlled chaos.
Sudden quiet, their gliding seems effortless.
They watch me from the swell.
Grounded, I’m drowning in effort
and voices pinning me to gravity.
Dis-ease smothering my yearning.
I discover the voices are my own.
The breeze ruffles and I lean in.
My claws clenching soil and known
Heart throat eyes straining up and seeking oh to fly away!
My rib cage painful from the stretch.
My breast swells and opens, reaching,
bones cracking, searing air releasing.
Burdens slipping, crashing on impact.
The ease is sudden.
From this perspective I see
the safety of the ground was delusional.
It no longer matters. In the wind
