I am
The bones of Mother Earth
The smooth curved sensual
Passageway to the depths
To the depths
Of ocean floors
And creeping, crawling
Sea anemones
I am the spiraled
Skull of femininity
I long to be found in
The sand
Even stepped on and
Discovered, if need be…
To be picked up, caressed, oohheeed and aahhed at, lifted
Up to the father sun and blessed
I am, on the cold, covered-in-sand days,
Lost in sand castles
And muffled laughter
Of children
Ignoring me
I puff up my brown and orange
Swirly feathers
Daring to be
Unearthed
Touched
Adored
Loved
There are sooo many secrets I wish to tell, pull me close
Closer
Feel my rough, hardened
Curved exterior
And feel along the
Maze into the
Softness of me
Deep
Muscley
Truth part of me
I appear to be the bones of
The dead
Yet if you listen and feel long
Enough, you will hear me
Sing through you…to your heart of
Your aliveness