Wherever you go…

there is comfort in uncertainty

when you are not sure where the waves will take you

salted water supports bodies foreign to its nature

there is delight in not knowing

which wind will take you

buffeting in the dive, ruffled in lazy circles

there is joy in home

finding it is located inside you

a turtle with no shell

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Ground Crab Season

the music had stopped

i went looking in the rain

pouring warm over bare arms

a familiar but not heard in a long while voice

droplets bouncing off her face

down a steep hill

till the dirt road at the bottom of the city is found

climbing out on the limb

I discover I have been here before

there was no way up from the bottom of the bottom

so I turn

grab the vines and the branches carefully

finding the way back a little scary but done

at the fence

the ground moves with shells and pincers

and I remember

it is crab season