Whose child is this,
perhaps a mermaid gift from the depths
on this tranquil shore tossed forward,
with a quiet smile she moves easily,
effortlessly across the waves
alone and bobbing around
as the sun quietly settles down upon her shoulders
locked in her own world
aware of only herself and the sea.
A beautiful moment to behold,
I reflect back to years gone by,
when I too was in the center of the wave
moving, rocking like a dolphin carefree
before life-like waves came in to crash down
covering the now aware self
into something other than the bliss of the here and now,
changing the innocence of play
into the fight for a place to fit in,
a mer-child forgetting for a while how to swim,
how to be carefree
how all that mattered was just love and peace
as the tides move in and out
I had forgotten how to float.
This child is me,
and I am her,
united in our worlds unknown to each other
yet together in spirit
free and moving
towards the beginning of night
touched like the sun resting lightly down in to the sea
together in spirit
of this beautiful life.
I know not who the child is, having watched her play alone with such abandon and joy down at the Venice Jetty, had to capture it to share. A beautiful child of peace and happiness.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 