Baring my Soul

Baring my Soul

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Sand is resistant to my feet,

Teasing tight muscles in my thighs

As I brave the boisterous breeze

Buffeting distinctive smells of salt and life.

Through a pall of blue spray

The sun burns bronze, then vanishes altogether;

I close my eyes on the drab despair of weather,

Listen to screaming gulls spill into the sea

And the whistling of the wind that chafes me,

A reminder of the unpredictability of time and space.

I stand firm as a lighthouse and embrace

The rippling in my clothes and hair,

Throw out my arms and take off in the air,

Sweeping over fields and dunes,

Singing soulful unearthly tunes,

Baring my soul to earth and sky

In one liquid, sobbing cry.


© Kim M. Russell, 2016