It wasn’t the sea,
that spoke softly and kindly
to me. But,
it was the sand under my feet,
the pull of gravity,
that spoke of seashells
crushed and mixed,
in the grains that knew of
everything.
In my body I feel.
It wasn’t the wind,
that whispered in different tones,
that echoed in my bones. But,
it was the still air,
all around in silence,
that told me of things I thought
didn’t exist.
It even warned me of
the moment before lightening,
and the eerie still after thunder.
In my body I feel.
It wasn’t the earth,
rumbling beneath my feet. But,
it was the eternal echo of time,
that hummed its ancient tune,
and sent the codes
up through the earth’s core,
and into the life of my heart.
In my body I feel.
FOXWOOD FOREST 