Beached

Listen to the air around, 

What can I hear?

“Myself, the birds.”

We travel together,

Sticking to the coastline. 

Sunrises bring us freshness,

While the sunset brings hope for more.

Looking out in the distance I see,

a bridge. Connecting us to new.

Spaces of life, herbs, and lightness.

“The sun shines so bright here.”

So much can grow. 

“I can grow.” 

I bury my foundation and close my eyes.

Finally I am grounded.

– M.C