Poetry

The Water Has My Back

On floating and feeling

the water has my back as I float, eyes closed, arms outstretched, fingers waving like weeds.

my head tilts to the blue sky, I breathe in azure and cobalt, lungs filling, mind releasing, water caressing my soul.

sun, gently brushing my cheek, a soft reminder from the Universe, wispy clouds drift aimlessly, nature’s mural on a sky of ocean blue.

the water has my back as I float, eyes closed, arms outstretched, to greet the Universe.

I dream of floating. Right now it’s too cold for me to feel the water’s embrace. The ice is just breaking up as spring sneaks in, quietly. I’ve noticed the birds have woken, their song a surprise in the morning after winter’s silence. The last little snowdrifts are slowly melting. Only those patches hidden from the sun and wind remain. It will be many more months of waiting until I can feel the water embrace my body — it can’t come too soon for this water baby!

~thanks for reading~

Lisa is watching the seasons come and go from her archipelago home in Finland. She also writes about life in this special place in Northern Notes. Check it out!