I have found a place amidst the wasteland
of myself
you can see straight through to the bottom
clear, and bright like liquid serenity.
I have found a place amidst the desert
of myself
it holds the pieces of our past
millions of glimmering sand bits
of hope
jaw bones and giant hunks of our mountainside
rest beneath the current
ecstatic palms shoot out their arms,
some yearn for a taste of the ocean.
I have found a place where I can be
of myself
where the sun can whisper to my bones
the aqua tongue continues
licking
licking
licking the edges
until the shoreline has no choice but to melt
pulled into that slow dance.
I have found a place that reminds me
of myself
floating over, and under, the peaks
being drawn far away to dark water
that does not resemble this place, my oasis
verdant on it’s soft jawline
asks me to close my eyes
erase the memories etched behind these lids
eradicate the rotten innards of my skull
pluck the tangled kelp from my bowel.
I have found a place that is the savior
of myself
The waves of this place, the humming
and pulsing of the sea
can be seen across the yellow beams of sunlight
and heard when,
softly and hidden,
the moon chants to the water
cooing,
flirting from far away.
I have found a place that I made
of myself
I don’t know if it’s really there,
except
when I can feel the powdered sugar
sand between my toes
and the crystals have changed my lips into
salty
soft pink geodes.
I know it’s there when I close my eyes
and the ruffled leaves wordlessly chatter to themselves
but I see their mouthes move,
I see the way they bow, also
in awe of the place I have found.
