HANDS OF TIDE POOLS

loving waters of tide pools
lap against
care-worn flesh,
sore muscles,
cells
aching to release
old memories
ancient
wisdom,
forgotten
songs of the heart.

swaying waters
of warm tide pools
cradle
and rock,
lulling
the tired mind,
freeing
trapped tears,
easing
deep
pains of the spirit.

constant waters
of nourishing tide pools
feed flesh of the soul,
caress
the taut face
strum
heart strings
of a body
suspended
in trust,
as its perfect
melody
ebbs
and flows
in
breath.


Copyright 2000 Donna Thibodeaux