When all becomes quiet and still
I always find myself looking for the person I used to be.
When all endings become beginnings and
The hours seem to have dissolved into
I always find myself wondering
Where have I been?
When the stars take over
Or a sliver of moon crescents the darkened sky,
As my eyes adjust to the newfound light,
I always find myself staring into the obscurity of the past.
When everything around me screams to awake, awake, awake and sing,
I always find myself persisting that I am lost and can never be found.
When all that seemed to matter is lost
And sandcastles are rebuilt out of air
When the eagle lands,
When the dragonfly
When the whale shores up,
And spouts a final tornado,
I will know that finding myself was never the point at all.
Smiling, wide butterfly wings
Running feet on wet sand,
Reaching beyond cumulus shaped dreams,
Loving as if our lives depended on it.
Jumping with both feet,
Holding on to our knees,
Then our nose,
That weightless joy,
That comes from not needing anyone to cheer for us,
Or clap for our accomplishments.
I remember tiny tanned arms,
Droplets of rain on bony shoulders,
Shells dropping in buckets,
Sing songing our way back to
Eating our weight in watermelon,
No one could say no to that.
When we knew,
We could sink straight to the bottom
And come right back up
By pressing the soles of our feet
To the hard ocean floor.
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