YEMAYA

YEMAYA

YEMAYA

Bless you expanding sea.

Mother of the ocean.

There I was, unexpectedly.

Los Angeles.  I get to see the ocean!  

Let me out of this thing.  I want to go down there!  Just, please, my toes in the water at the least!

Not safe to jump.  Can't break this window anyways.  Just look.

Yemaya, yemaya, yemaya.  

Goddess of the ocean.  Pulsing, pushing, currents flowing round and through.

Lift, Turn, away.

And now below a sea of white and sand.  Desert.  Mysteries hidden, pathways ready to be blown, erased, reimagined.