October 8, 2020 · Scribbles

Along the dirt road

Along the road there is a dirt path, a stone house, a statue. The statue turns to look at me. It says "Keep going. You are always almost there."

In the field the trees stand twenty, thirty, fifty feet tall. They cling to one another like children.

I am at sea. The boat rocks with a gentleness of a mother longed for and never known. The salt air sinks into my skin and cleans me inside and out. I am salt, I am water, I am wind, I am spirit, I am whole.

The north star shines above and, with her, Mars. Mars grows the more I watch and the more Mars grows, the more the waves crash against the boat. I am underwater. I am, and have always been, the sea.