Sing to the Moon

Hot sun, hazy sky
sheets of green lift and curl before breaking
The water is so surprisingly, delightfully warm for December.

I taste salt through the soles of my feet
feels so good
My ancient ocean self unfurls and breathes deeply.

We are one human being
moving with the same forces, lunar, internal, sacred
Whether we are awake, aware, and attuned, or not.
Do the godwits sing to the moon and the grains of sand to each other when our last footsteps are finally gone?

Every part of me yearns to be a part of that singing.

- San Diego CA - 2019