What am I doing
in this crowd,
So noisy, so
loud?
People, cars,
buildings,
and trash cans
all crunching into me.
Is this what we
are, what I am:
A massive
conglomeration of stuff
Running, crawling
, spewing our garlic breath
onto everything?
No! or is it? I
trudge to the beach.
Sit on the sand.
Boom! Cush.
Slosh.
A clam surfs on
the wave and glides to my feet.
She shimmers in
the morning sunlight.
She smiles to me
with her ruffled lips
I pick her up and
feel her heart
Beating, tapping
a message into my palm,
“I am you and
you are me and the sea.
Do you feel it?”
Sun flashes his
blinding orange wink.
Sea waves with
her white gloved hands
Inviting me to
dance.
I carry the clam
and we dive into the wave.
I evaporate into
the sea.
Clam grows bigger
and bigger
Until she becomes
me or we.
“Promise me,”
I hear my own voice say.
“Refill your
pitcher with the gems you don't see.
Say it out loud
for you and for me,
I am a blessing.
Go on say it.”
I am a blessing
I hear clam
harmonizing along with my lips
I vow to listen
to my heart,
To my bones,
To the flow of my
blood.
I swim to the
surface.
I hear the perpetual whizzing of my lungs,
Reminding me to
pull kindness
Out of every
breath
And blend it into
every word I say
To anyone,
especially myself, every day.
I am a blessing,
I say as
I walk onto the
beach,
Crowded with
smiling, laughing, sun tanning people,
Escaping the
cars, buildings, and crunching of trashcans.
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