Friday, June 21, 2013

In the morning I can hear the earth breathing

Some mornings when I walk along the beach
twenty or thirty minutes might
pass, and I'll realize I haven't even looked at the ocean.
I'm too intent on looking for treasures in the sand, and I think
then of how I can lie in a lover's bed, back
turned and, still, his breath fills my body just as it fills his own.
Waves roll in and out whether or not my
eyes sink into the blue-gray-green, and without
knowing how this magic occurs, the sea and the earth under
this sky and I become


Elizabeth said...

A slow and satisfied sigh --

Ms. Moon said...

Yep. Perfect analogy. And beautiful.

Suz said...

oh sweet words
and yes it is so