Poem #1: Letter From A Seeker

Mermaids know there are better ways to move through the ocean than kicking.

Force-feeding revolutionaries doesn’t make you strong.

Strong is unscrambling a word puzzle only to find a word that is not your own.

Taking the hallway down the middle. I check into hotel rooms and I touch the window.

Moving with the current doesn’t make you weak.

Smart is a wheelbarrow, a spoon, thermal wear.

I do not heat my space with self-centeredness. I punch the air in solitude. 

I kiss tails in community.

Moving through conversation like a baby whale next to its mother.

If my electric spine is sparked, I am land.

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