All That Guides Us
Cobalt, aqua,
emeralds in the shallows,
whole palettes between and beyond.
Black rocks caressed in white,
embraced by silent swells
from invisible deeps.
Words child-light, small
to speak of this rolling,
thrusting love
on Día de los Muertos.
All with senses now
Awaken!
‒become believers
on this high bluff.
The softest warm sky breath
ruffles the oceanic body,
whispering to our
skin, spirit, hearts,
a language nearly lost.
We are not orphans,
we are family, elemental,
all this and us.