The waves and the watermelon and the turtles
Offer themselves up to us
Pure, salty, and wild
To meet our loneliness and our anger
Our fragmented selves.

The tide retreats for a while,
To set itself up
Then destroys
As it washes away
All that isn’t us
We don’t have to become.

We just have to let it
Reveal. Allow
Our shoulders to surrender to gravity
Until we weep
Because we felt the pain of our bodies
And the calculations of our minds
The amalgam of anxieties
The unnatural separation.

In a world that pulls us apart
And away
This is making it whole
This is paying attention
is planting roots and deciding to be strong, gently
So we
Are at home
Anywhere, anytime, anyhow.