here we are who we are
shadows on foam
littoral lateral between the sea
and feathery reality
skidding and sliding
here not here nor there
dots in a layer
of water on sand
maybe a simile
no, this is literal
us as the foam
in the shade on the sea
Who am I? Who are you? How do you know? Sometimes I lose myself in a strange space, and I enjoy those moments of anonymity. Do you? The poem (like many on this blog) is a first draft and will no doubt change and change again: in this case, so appropriately.
Poem and photo cc by 2.00 Rachel McAlpine as usual—i.e. feel free to share.
Your marrow misbehaves but a large part of you is dancing.
Your heart is dancing a minuet, dancing through the inner you,
and you are still truly you, deep as cells, deep as metaphysics.
My brother-in-law, as part of the management and treatment of his leukaemia, watched his own heart beating during a scan. He was filled with wonder at this marvellous privilege and at the beautiful dance his heart was performing.