Karla Sanders
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Woman and Koi

 

Woman and KOI

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Here I express the growing connection I feel with our natural world through a period of transformation.

Do you see the setting sun whispering from below
Or is it my own voice, an echo in fading light
Carrying to a moon far above my meager height
Eager arms embrace all that blazes aglow
As if I can capture the scene with sight alone

I hear the beat of something far beyond
Drums of the ancient ones who came before
Or is it the lap of water against a rocky shore
Over the crest of a tide tiny waves respond
In sync with a crisp wind impossible to ignore

I smell the promise of something pure
Or is it an illusion painted by dust and stone
Layers of life, a kaleidoscope of soft tones
In a bubble I drift far from man’s wicked lure
The scents a reminder of our primal home

I touch something blue with timid toes
Pins and needles dance through my core
Deep waters call willing me to explore
Gasping I launch myself in with one throw
Into the cool depths my weary heart soars

Here my fifth sense emerges as if awoken
There is nothing to stop this water flow
I rise from the darkness of what little I know
and taste the salt of all that remains unbroken
In a sea formed some millions of years ago

This piece is dedicated to Oceana.