The First Day of Summer
Our bare toes gritty in the sand,
the foamy saltwater
licking our calves in swirls,
we breathe the oxygen so free
around us, tingle with the light rays
warming skin grown pale
in winter’s hazy days.
These moments, when the heart
beats with the pulse of the earth’s core,
we believe anything, feel
like the sea turtles
in the violent pulses mid-ocean
moving with such careful intention,
they look like birds in the clouds,
floating for decades in purest peace.
Having now and only the promise of other days
of sunlight and seawater, we grab with two hands
the beauty of an afternoon together,
our own errant thinking the only obstacle
between ourselves and a loving God.
April 14, 2013