the island sticks to you
the humid air is hard to breath
my lungs are heavy
lightheaded
i float into the spaces between
where does the dream really begin and end??
awakening
it just continues….
here, i feel and see and sense more
like a deer in the woods
there is no gravity to weigh me down
the different layers of myself work together
processing
healing
relinquishing
letting go of the stories i’ve told myself
the stories i’ve created to
create me…
the layer i see when i look in the mirror
or hear my own voice
in truth
the real me… beyond the bones is
ready
to set the stories free with the wind
soak them in the salt of the ocean
it cleanses me from skin to soul
rocking me in its rolling waves
when i leave its embrace my body still remembers
it continues to float
as buoyant on the whites sands as it was in the water
it remembers
what is beyond this skin...
lifetimes of
sunsets, oceans, magic, stars
as i lie down to rest at the end of the day
to live in the other side of the dream for awhile
the island's little love notes remind me…
the moist air
that love,
stuck to me in the sweet sweat of my pores