Went to the sea last night, first act after landing, And came to the water’s edge (alone and without seeing, across the wide berth of the shore), stumbling upon it nearly with the strips of washed-up tang And felt the sting of very cold water swirling at my ankles and…

I am and always have been soft and slow. I absorb so much that I have built callouses. When I shed them, I am scared and beautiful and the bursts of light come out with greater ease and curiosity. I have found my way through dis-ease and I wish to…