to say to you, finally
I stood on the cliff face
watching seals and otters
invite me to play
in the open of the western ocean
whom I have not joined yet
this season.
I sang love songs to the sky
myself
and that god there
but did not
strip naked
on the warm rock
with tide-swept barnacles
until I said
all I have is yours
all I have is yours.
then I was free to remove every
piece of art
I adorn myself with
and lay them out
to witness
gleaming winter-skin
leap upward
muscle to sun
arms full
of good air
of this earth
we all get.
I couldn’t carry any more—the air
and fell
into an ocean
that I learned last year
shivers me to life.
anyway…
this is just a fancy way to say
to you
finally
I have returned
to the water.
04/07/22 East Sooke Park, British Columbia