until perhaps infinity is understood

the healing

 

no wonder, is it, that Emily wrote about the sea

parting to reveal another sea and so on until per

haps infinity is understood

 

and no wonder, then, is it that I have felt all my life

the sea in my gut… longing for something somewhere some

how - a true home, not those childhood brutal prairies

 

that rush of angst, loss of boundaries, sitting on the top

of a little hill crying help me help me help! afraid to look

down, over to see the sea. when I finally got there

 

to where I could see no end, taste salt and her stories, gag on beryl

brine and float on sapphire’s surface – and no wonder, then, that

I knew my angst was home and soothed by mothersea

 

©eep

 

~ my textures & Topaz ~

Done