Orca.

Waters lapped,Currents swirled,Beneath my feet a worldBlossomed ripeLiked a fruit for plucking.Scattered light twirledIn an iridescent showerOver the surfaceOf my body, a flowerFloating on the ocean,Drifting in the bloom.I was alone yetI was whole in the wombOf the water.I tread lightly as the spiritRose highly,Black and white andRight and mighty.The orca of my dreams,Gliding withinContinue reading “Orca.”