(for shawna)
..
and a place to call
our own, crawl
to for hope and
healing – sans ceiling,
wide sky.
we need a deep breath
and enough depth
to steep ourselves
in words and tea
and sea.
we need a quiet place,
the slow trace
of salt on skin;
the spin of small
wheels, jingling.
..
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This is your Lake Tahoe space.
“words and sea and tea” – this should be all we need.
I like the small wheels jingling as well.
Yes, exactly. Some little crawl space that leads us out into an open space (sans ceiling). It’s like The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe for grownups! ‘Cause right here, I see adult beverages and some lickin’: “the slow trace of salt on skin.” This is either a margarita, tequila body shots, or a Dos Equis with a lime. 🙂 I’ll take any of the above, thank you very much!
And thank you, thank you for taking care of me today. I love you. 🙂
The small wheels make me think of kid toys, which yes, I do need to find more joy in before these stages have passed. They also make me think of Santa and magic.
“and a place to call
our own, crawl” … This is like making a phone call to my brain. The opportunity to be truly alone with my own thoughts.
I also see “w” heels, because obviously a “w” is wearing high heels! And apparently ones with bells on them.
I was thinking roller skates, with tiny faerie bells on them. 😉
LOVE. You speak my mind.
Anything that ‘jingles” is okay with me. I loved this.