Big Blue

my hands and feet are gliding-

over and under pink sand-

to the unpredictable rhythm the body allows-

when you don't have anywhere else to be-

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i am a ways from big blue-

so i can take in as much of it-

as my eyes can hold-

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the breeze is on a timer-

that eases my shoulders, neck, then head-

onto the clinging sand-

big blue harmonizes a gentle song-

that carries me to a resting state-

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the yellow yo-yo begins to descend-

and the alarm on my internal clock nudges me awake-

so i don't miss the setting-

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i lengthen my limbs-

and breathe movement back into my body-

when i'm ready i take purposeful strides-

until big blue is pushing against my waist-

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i swim out further than i ever have before-

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right arm extended-

swiping right ear-

scooping down into big blue as-

left arm extends-

swiping left ear-

scooping down-

legs stretched behind me-

KICKING with precision all along-

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i am reminded of the enormity of big blue-

and start to tread out of respect-

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i reconnect myself with my ujjayi breath-

and lay on top of big blue-

shedding the weights that have weakened my posture and plagued my brain-

i-

float