POETRY
How the Sea Whispers to Me. My Feet Feel the Story
The lungs of our planet whisper words of wisdom

My body is my instrument of dance, of dreams, of daring.
My body is my instrument to feel the whispers of the Earth.
My body is my instrument to cling to clever clarity and dream of better being.
My feet are in the clear, Azul sea. Is it green? Is it blue? Or is it rainbow all in one?
Can I feel the sounds of whales, singing?
Can I feel the shadow of clouds, on the water surface?
Can I feel the sand, touching lava in Gaia’s core?
I dance. I laugh.
I don’t care who sees and judges on this busy beach.
It’s just me and my ocean. My planet. My home. Nobody, no body, can take that away from me.
I love you. I love life. I live life.
Thank you, Diana C. for the 30-day Poetry Challenge.
This is Day 8: Delight in the moment
Want to connect? You can find me somewhere on our beautiful planet, with my hands in the soil and my eyes gazing at moonshots and quantum leaps. Or find me via Linktree.
© Désirée Driesenaar
