My camera IS full of kelp and other sea photographs.




For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: kelp.
Do mermaids go on vacation? I think they would come up rivers and explore. Lie around on the banks and talk about the ocean and whales and fish and annoying tourist boats.
I took this yesterday on the Hoh River.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: mermaid.
One must go through the water.
One might choose not
avoid
there are ways to avoid feelings
Another one might choose not
I let go
and fall
and the water closes over my head
and I let myself sink
all the way down
even
if I am over
a deep trench
once down
once deep
I open my eyes
and let my breath out
and let the deep rush in
I don’t know why
people avoid this place
it is dangerous
but so beautiful
the darkness
with beings that glow
some attack
of course
but I too am a monster
bare my fangs
and receive respect
or fear
or friendship
I am very safe here
it is so familiar
in the deep
You work at healing
For years
You dive in the swamp
Of your psyche
Turn over the mud
Tunnel through it
Breath it
See lilies arise
From the muck
The Beloved is a deer
Dainty hooves
In the swamp
At last you come
To bedrock
So you rest
Bedrock
You think
Until you notice
A chink in the rock
You look away
You avoid it
At last you look
It isn’t going away
The Beloved is a bittern
In the reeds
Fluid leaks
From the chink
Foul black bilious
Acidic
Burning holes in the slanted rock
Again you look away
But not for long
You step forward
Touch the rock
I am present you say
Who is there?
The stream of foul black
Increases
Pours from a widening crack
Beloved is a tiger
Paw against the rock
You see the acid burning
Her paw
But she does not run
She stands guard
Who are you?
You whisper
The rock crumbles
There is a child
“Go away” says the child
Ancient
No you say
Beloved and I
Stay present
The black is swirling around you
It’s hard to keep your footing
Beloved, an orca
Steadies you, swimming
No one stays says the child
We stay present you say
I was born I loved I was abandoned When I was afraid
We are present now you say
Swimming by the Beloved
Hand on black fin
I was abandoned When I grieved
We are here now you say
I was abandoned In my despair
We are here you say
You say
You fought
Out of love
You argued
Out of love
You gave
Out of love
Please child
Let us cradle you
The child is silent
The tide is slowing
The rock has crumbled away
A trickle of clear water bubbles
You will stay? says the child
We stay you say
Beloved is a whale
Singing in space
Singing to the stars
Am I lovable? says the child
You and Beloved
Earth and sky
Wind and trees
Moon and stars
Answer yes
Am I loved?
Yes
Yes
8/27/2007
It is easy with you
All the places you’ve been offended
Where you haven’t been treated right
A bike shop
Food co-op
Coffee shops
Restaurants
It’s easy to hide my physical body
Where you can’t find me
But what of my mind and heart
You always feel it when I go
I go to the Beloved
I give up
I cast myself into the abyss
Grief, denial, loss, bargaining, abandonment, hopeless grief
I throw myself over the cliff
Over and over
I resist
And then let go
It’s not wings
Because the cliff is a waterfall
I don’t want wings
And the Beloved laughs
Wings form
I refuse to fly
I won’t I won’t I won’t
I fall towards the water
Each time I wonder
If this time the Beloved will not shift
I hit the water
Safe again
Scales and tail
And I can breathe
And swim free
To the sea
even if
I never see you again
you never speak to me again
you never love your bearish parts
you never let yourself get angry
you never let yourself get sad
you never let yourself feel
you tell yourself you are happy
you tell yourself everything is the way it should be
even if
I never see you again
I still love you
I still forgive you
I still love you
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