I am a grain of salt dissolving
Submerged, I think deep watery thoughts
Angels and mermaids are made of the same stuff
Seaweed tendrils lick at my toes,
phosphorescent legs under crystal waters
I radiate. I taste salt.
Open water meets the horizon
in a shimmering dance of blues and greens and greys
Cradled in the womb of the sea, I
Float
Belly up
Open life-giving unafraid
I am the ancient witness
Buoyed by the sun and drifting into vastness
I forget –
depth is deceptive
by Alix Scarborough, June 2012
Submerged, I think deep watery thoughts
Angels and mermaids are made of the same stuff
Seaweed tendrils lick at my toes,
phosphorescent legs under crystal waters
I radiate. I taste salt.
Open water meets the horizon
in a shimmering dance of blues and greens and greys
Cradled in the womb of the sea, I
Float
Belly up
Open life-giving unafraid
I am the ancient witness
Buoyed by the sun and drifting into vastness
I forget –
depth is deceptive
by Alix Scarborough, June 2012