let’s run


above the rocks

into the sea


Travel Time

stones line the windowsill


tiny pieces of adventures nestled


big chunks of earth soul

hauled with love up hills

travels made solid

nature grounding my home

as I gave out the window

Bombay Turtles

green hearts
flying solitarily
through the sea
through the wash and waves

arribada dancing
up the mountains
to leave bits of themselves
to leave bits of shell

tiny grays
burst forth
washing away quickly
washing to be free

ash to olive
thin skinned hearts grow
again to explore
again to the shore

In the continuing Title Project, here is the next installment. This title was provided by my Pixie. Yes, I have a Pixie, everyone should, really. This title got me doing some research and is loosely based on the life cycle of the Olive Ridley turtle.