Living the Dream

Rise up and go out of earth
and into moonless midnight,
to the sea, where moonnight calls you
to entertain the stars nodding
in deepnight skies.
The womb of night waits for you
to churn in the waters
of your beginnings.

Wrap the cotton rectangle
around your opulent hips,
step into your beach sandals
feel your way down the wooden steps
to the crusted shore of broken shells
that wait for your soft footfall.

Witness the froth of ancient kin
lift and spew the bones of kin
against your feet.  Bend and gather
the shells of those who called you.
Heart-sensed heaven knows the need
of connecting to the Universe
in such a way.  Let the waters
full of salt and sinew swallow you
baptize you so you might start again.

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