She kneels
upon her knees,
and feels
the moving seas,
the sky,
and how it came,
the tide,
calling her name.
She tastes
the earthy salt,
creates
mystery sought,
the start,
a thousand drops,
the art
below, atop.
She hears
the gentle song,
so near,
beside, along,
shades blue
in early morn,
with you,
and all that’s born.
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