“We have separated ourselves from the natural order so complexly. All we need to do is follow the trail of trash to find our way back home.” Cristy Parker
ocean
She Slipped Like Water
poemShe slips through my fingers
Like water
I just wanted to experience her giggles
Floating like soap bubbles
Popping with glee
Her hair
A mesh of both wetness and dryness
Absorbing my attention
Black luminous strands that captured the moon
She smells of salt
And sea grass
A hint of ocean fresh fabric softener
She refuses containment
Kicking with sandy feet at the oceans edge
Back into the ocean
I had to let her go