Punalu`u, cloud reflection in tidal pool
Your words slip through my lips,
A gentle push into the unknown
Where I wait in darkness
For water to move,
In dampness,
In raindrops,
In ocean tides
Where shells of beauty
Are stranded on clinging rocks,
Vulnerable,
Open,
Still wet
For gathering,
By finger tips,
Palms,
And tongues,
Searching for meaning.
Karen K.L. Espaniola October 7, 2014
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