Arms stretched high, sun-tanned & freckled skin, a crown of coils – all warmth & life..
Arms stretched high, face to the sky
bright shining eyes – deep inside
She is there.
Stay there, I am busy with these waves, this wind, this storm ..
Crown of coils blown round my face
my back to the bow- lurched & pitched as I struggle to row..
Seeing only the trail where I’ve been
The outposts of each challenge stretched behind me like a worn and tattered hair ribbon kept from childhood that I beseech myself to find a use for… lest I let it go
Turn to the bow now, turn to the bow!!
Change your direction, just for today give leave for me to row for you ..watch where we are going.
I am here
Arms stretched high, sun-tanned & freckled skin, a crown of coils – all…
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