anchor

seeking your inner room

though you’d rather play outside

softening the light

though you’re hungry for the sun

lying down on your futon

though you long to run

on legs brown and strong

trying to be mindful

but wanting to be physical

wanting to participate

so bad

walking through the door

into dream state

imagining

your mystical twin

a sturdy scuba-diver

strong and smiling sun

while you’re standing in the surf

on your wobbly brown legs

sparkling with water diamonds

in your beach tunic

sky blue ultramarine

you’re streaming a rainbow of flowers

from the blue translucent fabric

sheer as your mind

holding a conch to your heart

so the sea will hear the beat

your mystical twin

he’s lifting you

he’s holding you

while you’re standing in the water

streaming dream flowers from your tunic

sky blue ultramarine

he’s your anchor

he says

you don’t have to be perfect 

to make something perfect

you’ve always felt you were a nereid

but how come

when you can’t even swim

he says

you don’t have to be perfect

to be perfect

Vera Kelgart  (with self-healed window Isis crystal ‘Day Queen’)  2020