Sea
A kiss can be a light breeze that caresses my skin,
or a dive underwater,
watching beams of sunlight, flickering.
A kiss can be a wave that splashes in my eyes,
with a slight gasp for breath.
In that I get a subtle glimpse of nature’s wrath.
As larger waves will make me tumble, I need to remain calm
but its difficult to meditate when I’m in an animal realm.
I’m overwhelmed in admiration of such epic currents,
but who knows, they might lead to many little islands.
Still, my first instinct is to stick to coastal waters.
Yes, the open sea is peaceful, but it’s scary
No sense of direction or time.
No idea where the land may be.
Floating without control,
Fading power, in the flow,
Fading memories of the soil.
Isn’t it all about letting go?
This is the dream, the wilderness of water,
Taking you away, taking you home.