Marga knocks it out into the wild blue yonder with this wonderful piece. Let it seep into the soft, grey parts of your brain that need light and waking. Let it crack open your heart and help you see that it’s ok. Life is your ocean; sail it strong.
There is no higher spot than this:
manning the decks.
Forget your name
and paint yourself an ocean.
But don’t get carried away and forget to
guard the hatches below for intruding,
still wearing chains and
bearing the old stink of comparison,
the need for belonging,
Or better yet, let them out.
A little sun will do them good when you
take your vessel out to see.
The bags of rice stowed for famine
and guns in the crows nest for war
are worlds you need not enter.
study the content of your water,
talk to the sea birds upon rising,
scan the horizon for land –
release your feet from shoes,
admire the fray of your pirate pants,
snort heartily through your nose to clear your head of cobwebs,
meet your forgetting with bear hugs and get back to the
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