Sometimes my paws look like starfish…

Sometimes my paws look like starfish…
Feeling the connection with the sea…
The waves pounding at my heart…
Bringing me closer to heaven.

Sometimes I feel like I was born from this world…
Regions of blue stretching in all directions…
So powerful in a brand new way…
Each day as sure as the tides.

Can you feel it?
That essential grandeur?
You may think that it is rough and chancy here…
But it’s not.

In this place we can give ourselves alluring new names…
Better pick one, before one is picked for you…
For myself, I’m going to choose Hope…
Now it’s your turn.

Here, the white ghosts vanish beneath the sun…
We are insulated from the storms…
It is as tasty as a sugarplum…
All of life, leaning in our direction.

I love you,

Annie