Beach bliss is officially here … though it was too cold for swimming, sitting in the sand and just listening is as blissful as being surrounded by the water lapping your skin. I couldn’t resist but to get my feet wet and the leftover winter coolness was pure and a titillating shock. This was another step toward something good. My fears subside more every day, subsides with every kind look of my companion.
I am free of the elephant terrorizing the corridors of my heart.
Now it is just a kind and shocking peacock in white finery walking about wholly inside me on its ugly feet.
A white peacock showing me the way through clayed cliffs and Midwest sands.
The one now beside me, with hands soft and comforting, kind and severe like quick-witted cats running through our aortic cellars grand, getting to know my soul like a bad habit.
These are goodly habits … like the habit of water moving and acquainting itself with everything.
His soul, I know, is grand and ivory.
I can see a dove circling him like an armed guard.
