Back to My Senses

I like to run with my hair down 

on forest trails

my gravity 

tumbling downhill 

footfall at a time

until toes 

meet sand

meet sea

dipping under

with inertia

I see blue from inside out,

like the seals do

follicles that flowed

now delight in aquatic suspension

synapses sparkle and proclaim that each moment is new

I let go of tree tunneled paths, well worn

to embrace Other

caressed by seaweed, 

I emerge

standing tall

rivers drip down my spine

returned to skin, 

like selkie to silver

it feels right in 

my body

and my bones

I changed my mind

and now

the horizon opens wide

for me and the setting sun

born in a glimmer

re-membering myself anew

I come back to my senses