a single air bubble beautiful as a poem follows the curve of my neck and slips over my shoulder i float still but for slow cadenced inhale exhale she holds me, feeds me. the water, my mother restores my parched spirit with ripples of grace i float suspended infinitely
no longer warm pool
beneath pendent fig.
Universal womb.
cosmic journey. where whispers
of memory touch my divinity
Pendent fig over warm pool at Harbin Hot Springs.
Photo Credit: A. Marsalis
poem © 2009