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After The Whitewash…
Here Comes The Sun ;)
The dance of the poem:
https://youtu.be/-lr9M9mqmxI
Flying..
A whirlwind, disorienting into the water.
Diving..
A whitewash, taking me under.
Grounding..
A vacuum, going nowhere.
I barely stand up, she slowly rises up.
The horizon line is murky but real, salty eyes.. blurred yet hopeful.
She shines so bright, through the eyelids a light finds a way to my heart.
Breathless, my breath was taken away. I say thanks.
African seas, turned a Harvard degree. I am finally free.
To see, to see me, to be me, to not be but just beat that day whatever they say.
Ocean spray, again, takes my breath away.
Finally today.
I’m not overwhelmed.
Right now, I am clear-headed, cool-headed.
Cozy and warm.. fuzzy, Atlanatic mom.
I am home.
Wholehearted breeze washes my mind in a blink of an eye.
