Nestled in the arches of my feet,
A sun and moon,
An undercurrent through my hips,
And a still tide.
Waiting for a revelation I exist,
Wondering what awakened with his kiss.
A sinuous snake that slides away,
A hand brushing my hip,
And a word in my ear.
Standing on the shore to watch what comes or goes.
The tide suspended. The world glows.
And in my hand a blue stone,
Signifying that wherever may I stand is my home.