Naked and Free

as i lay on grains of sand

near tide pools by the shore

my looking glass is cracked

the sun has proved its patience

and left all yearning bleached

i hear a gentle call

not from saviors made of stone

for their touch is but skin deep

but from a gentle pulsing

past the center of my bones

telling me to rise and meet the sea

to let each step find its stone

with equal balance and grace

while creatures scurry

remembering my march

oceanic and wild

i reach the door

let me pause to salute her beauty

to greet her shimmer with my own

and praise her dynamic nature

the time has come to jump

and sink in these salty depths

naked and free