I Miss the Molecular, Cellular Ions of the Ocean

I Miss the Molecular, Cellular Ions of the Ocean

I miss the molecular,

Cellular ions of the ocean.

 I miss living by the water where my hair stays soft instead of dry and kinky,

 Where the sand slid between my toes

And the ocean spray kissed my skin

 As I waded out to my waist‑deep adventure.

I miss the sunlight, the waves,

The way the sand held my body’s heat and the salt water

 Pulled inflammation from my bones.

The ocean wasn’t a vacation.

 It was medicine, the kind that works on the nervous system,

The kind that remembers you.

The sand embodied my molecules as I walked the shoreline,

Each step is a conversation between earth and skin.

Now I live in a desert of possibilities,

 Grateful to be alive,

 But aware of the difference aware of

How my body once breathed in rhythm with the tide.

And still, the ocean lives in me. Cellular. Molecular.

All the molecular ions of the ocean depth,

Breathing life into cellular, molecules of me,

Of Human life.

I remember with every breath.