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