My muse is back from her sabbatical
Plunging straight back
To the sea of rested emotions
Disturbing the currents
Encouraging tides to rage
Sculpting them into words
And yearning to penetrate your soul
That you too, may remember:
We are more than flesh and bones, faces and races
And blood, muscles, sweat and veins
More than growing cells, hormones and any body part
More alive than a beating heart.
An ocean resides
Inside the depths of our being.
And we are same.