For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: twist.
twisted kelp

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: twist.
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
The great blue herons have bones so light that they can stand on the floating kelp.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: meeting.
Yesterday there was a -3.0 foot tide at 12:47 and it was perfect for a beach walk. My daughter is home from college for a few days and an old friend came up from Portland. We headed along North Beach. I had my camera zoomed all the way out and was trying to photograph a crow right along the water line. I got kelp and rocks and water and blues and purples instead. It was a gorgeous day.
I still don’t stay up much past nine most nights, but my young adult offspring talked me into a beach walk the other evening. We went down to Fort Worden and the Point Wilson Lighthouse. The sunset was glorious. I went back to the car for a jacket right away because the water temperature is around 51 degrees. It cools down quickly. The tide was coming in, so we only walked about half a mile, but it was gorgeous. This is looking north from Point Wilson towards Vancouver Island and the San Juan Islands…. over the kelp beds.
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Taking the camera for a walk!!!
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