It Molded Me

It molded me.. .

The waves crashing on sandy shores,

The ebb and flow of waters coming to and leaving land,

The humidity hanging in the air in thick clouds of invisible wet that touch my skin,

The wind rustling the tops of palm trees as they sway under hungry pelicans searching for that one meal…or two’s worth,

And salt that gives me a permanent thirst for where I cannot go.

I find myself walking the beaches here often.

I feel the quartz white sand between my toes,

And hear the constant of water kissing shore.

All that is alive around me is life.

And I simply observe as it evolves.

Rushing, ebbing, flowing, seeking food, making shelter.

Yet, here I am.

Solid as the tree that fell into pillows of powder from that February storm with roots now exposed,

Twisted, turned, snarled and reaching to the sky,

Stained with salt.

I am still.

I embrace warm weaving waters that touch my limbs

And simply, be.