with painted toes in the grass
She paces at first and then lets herself become the earth.
With a pocket full of crystals and
cherry offerings for the ravens.
Wildflowers in her hair and
her body adorned in metal,
pearls, and silk.
Perfectly winged eyeliner
and her favorite chapstick.
Grounded enough to seek
peace when chaotic thought
was too heavy.
This was where she went to escape.
It was a sacred place.
Solemn.
The grass was close enough
to the small beach,
she could wade in the water
if she wanted,
there were often dolphins playing
and swimming nearby.
It was a Memorial park
dedicated to fallen veterans.
She liked it here.
She was often alone,
save for the random passerby,
fisherman or kayaker.
She could forget all the questions
and all the problems for a little while.
She could gather her wits
and feel the flutter of dragonflies.
She could taste the salty breeze
that carries the caw of birds.
This was a place of peace.
It was sacred.
She could shift between worlds
Toes in the grass
toes in the water.
Here, her mind could slow down
and she could focus on the beauty
of a world she forgets,
yet somehow always seems
to find herself.
What was the magic of this place
that could change how she began to truly see everything.
It always came together.
All of it.
There were suddenly answers to
questions she hushed
upon entrance to this sanctuary.
It was silly to so many
how she was so at peace
only when she was near oceans.
The oceans knew her depths
like the rain knew her tears,
like the storms knew her thoughts.
She was wild here
small but not insignificant.
She let the beauty swallow her whole.
She stopped fidgeting
she stopped biting her lip
she was beguiled,
seduced even;
lost in the moment
and swept away in joy.
Everything will be okay
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