She began to wear the colours of the sea;
aquamarine, emerald, and turquoise.
She began to dream about the sea and its creatures.
In one she saw a huge white shape in the shallows.
A benign presence she thought,
possibly a Beluga.
She felt drawn to place her hand on its immense back;
to trust it to lead her.
She was tired of leading herself.
In that moment, the sea opened like gigantic flower;
its throat , the curl of a wave, a living tunnel of light.
The vortex pulled her spirit toward it;
her body trembled.
Should she trust the creature to guide her;
or should she build a raft of words as she had many times before;
to keep from being impelled through
the aquamarine, emerald and turquoise,
into the indigo.
(published in ,”Island Writer Magazine” December, 2010)
copyright by Kamala Moore 2010
