Poetry

Safe Shore

Cur­rents, eagles, sky and trees

Gen­tle pad­dling, steadily mov­ing on.

“Oh, an owl!” My totem and

love mes­sage from my fathers.

Friends, com­pa­tri­ots, part­ners, rescuers.

Synced in silli­ness, warmth and joy.

“I must feel safe with you….”

my dear beloveds.

Heart­break, fatigue, can­cer, change

Heal­ing, rest­ing, learn­ing, returning.

“…64 and in my bathing suit and no hair!”

you are my safe shore and fill my heart.

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