Sea Lion Child
I wrung the sand out of my heart then threw it back into the ocean.
On my hands and knees I feel like a ship in a bottle.
Sea glass used to be my most favorite thing in the world, to hold.
…conch shells the only thing I’d take orders from.
I almost drowned when I was five, undertow, somersaults into the sea.
The colors , all of the blues, the glimmer,
My mother pulling me out by my bathing suit, so beautiful.
She didn’t yell, she didn’t know I had let go
Just for a moment and enjoyed it all.
I didn’t have to breathe.
I wrung the sand out of my heart then threw it back into the ocean.
On my hands and knees I feel like a ship in a bottle.
Sea glass used to be my most favorite thing in the world, to hold.
…conch shells the only thing I’d take orders from.
I almost drowned when I was five, undertow, somersaults into the sea.
The colors , all of the blues, the glimmer,
My mother pulling me out by my bathing suit, so beautiful.
She didn’t yell, she didn’t know I had let go
Just for a moment and enjoyed it all.
I didn’t have to breathe.
I spent my afternoons by the pond around the corner from my house,
My summers at the edge of the ocean, and I fall asleep to the sound of you
Taking a shower in the next room.
Years ago the sea filled my heart and I can see it beating under water.
The colors, all of the blues, the glimmer.
This is me. Christine Jean.
www.christinejeanchambers.com
Photographer/Writer/ Swiss Army Knife
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