Adriana.K.Maxwell
Berry squishes between my fingers. Pulling off the black raspberries gently to make sure they come easy so I know that they are ready.
Wave, a little acknowledgement, you are here and so am I. I see you. I acknowledge you. We are people in this world together. Let the babies wave and watch the old faces soften.
Spill out, water falling, emotions surging, a puddle for babies to clean up, laughing at the grown-up stuff that they can do now, legs still shaking, bringing the paper towels to the trash
Ready to keep going, ready, body tensing, and I don't know how long I can stay on the starting line without falling. Ready but waiting
The ship sleeps in the harbor, swaying in safety, on the edge of adventure, as the moon rocks it on the sea.
Ink runs, staining fingers, smearing across my forehead as I wipe across, too absorbed in the art to pay attention to the mess
The waves murmur to the sand of giant things that move in the deep, twisting, sliding, tendrils of flashing colors. The sand tells of footprints traipsing down, tippy-toes testing the water, excited squeals, and pink bodies on sandy towels.
Golden summers, where the sun melts into the lake and we head home, huddled in damp towels to keep the sand from getting all over the seats, fireflies flashing sparks of glitter
Music is one of the three uniters of humanity. Eating together, singing together, and dancing together are the quickest ways we connect.
The season is changing, line of blue sky and grey clouds, warmth is coming, mosquitos buzzing, ducks dabbling, goslings losing their fuzz.
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