I went down to the sea and sunk my feet into the sand.
I often find myself,
alone on unfamiliar shores.
But still, the ocean knows me,
her waters have seen me a million times.
I visit at different moments
in different seasons,
I visit at different ages,
and yet I stay the same.
And so does she.
We are timeless sisters,
a deep blue recognition of salt, skin and soul.
My heart is the same,
and hers too.
The beating drum of salt-sprayed wisdom
that penetrates the darkest depths of social construct
and sees through the sadness on the surface.
Our souls remain,
our energies are endless and will outlive the undulations
of a learning species.
She calls to me and I lick the wind,
smell her waters,
turn to face her osprey tides.
And all is known.
She wails,
I wail
and through our cries...
The world heals.