I wrote this poem on November 4, 2021:
Warm water, shallow pools.
Even twenty years later my mind can place me there.
Not without a care.
Heavy heart and mind.
Impossible to unwind.
The ocean tries its best. Sunny day and the lull of waves.
Waves don't crash into the sand. They disappear gently into a foam that rinses your feet.
For a time it is enough to make me feel lighter.
As if the weight on my shoulders was a beach bag all along and I just needed to set it by my towel.
And skip to the tide.
Gaze into the expanse of the setting sun. Or the beginning of a storm.
What the horizon had in mind didn't dim the beauty.
Didn't dim the possibility.
That this is medicine. Even a cure.
Time released, over decades.
-Amanda
