Wavecresting

On this untitled shore
Feet rooting into the brink
On this unguarded moment
I stand–almost
Impossible blue
Beckons through
A chink in the air
No bigger than the radius
Of my hope
On this next inhale
Breath and life will flow
Composure will be different
Than imagined
Through you
I come breathing self
Closer to the core
As you arrive
Wavecresting
Witness through wombwaters
The world as newly born
Eyes open
Despite the salt-tear
Spray

©Iole Damaskinos 2006