Some time ago, on a somber day,
I suddenly sensed a channel
through which I could swim to the sea—
the grand, radiant, infinite sea,
promising purpose and pleasure
and brimming with love and life.
Pedestrian pebbles and roiling rain
now threaten to flood the entrance,
eroding this bright epiphany,
but I have mapped the sacred site,
and my fins, stored and suspended,
are starting to bend unbidden.
Copyright © Carol Mays | Year Posted 2017