Mary Spring – Miami
Time slows, contracts
I am in between measurable time
past present and future collide
I was, I am, I will be
I taste the salty air as it opens my lungs
The sting from a fresh cut on my foot…a jagged
edge of rock hiding in seaweed. I am unbothered
by it
A voice on a fairwind through ancient trees, faint but familiar
I watch the faithful tide return home, refreshed by whale song.
I have melted into her. Into Nature.
Lara Segura – Albuquerque, NM
Water is life, a symphony in motion,
A dance of consciousness, an ancient devotion.
In the silence, we gather, hearts open wide,
To honor the magic that flows deep inside.
Andrea Agostini – Ft. Lauderdale, FL
I was in the water. I looked up and saw four red balloons, two white, floating away.
someone had just let them go. I watched as they drifted, staying proximal for a while.
Kristin O’Neal – Atlanta, GA
My feet firm on the concrete and toes on the sewer grate
The afternoon rain gushes along my ankles and sieves through my toes
