Beach need. Wait prayerfully.
Safety in a midnight swim.
Clear water. Just checking in.
Where to start? The beginning.
For art. For the beat of the sacred
heart. Blood of old wounds flows
freely in the dark.
Walls of the ark. Rough arms.
Taming the mid-summer squalls.
First do no harm. It’s warm,
here in the dreaming place.
Escape from the storm,
a floating, forgetful space.
Return to self. Like the tide.
Drift on back. From the inside.
Cut me some slack. Ride the swell.
Home is a feeling we all know well.
Being borne away for too long can feel like hell.
© Jennifer Patino (2018)
* Note: I’m on a water theme lately in my poetry. We got some rain here in Las Vegas & the sky teases me with promises of more. I’m so thankful for these little summer storms. The air is humid, yet rejuvenating. The weather report always promises my area more rainfall than we actually get, but the anticipation of hearing those drops fall is like no other. I used to live near beaches in Florida, & this kind of weather, especially here in the desert, is reminding me of good times.