I am held...

The cycle that consumes me....
This compressed emotion finally screamed out in turquoise waves
A frothing aftermath that rolls forward to kiss the untouched white sand where I sit like the Buddha. The eternal witness.
Not a single imprint from a foot in sight
Until I zoom in and find lessons from a hermit crab
I find that in fact, millions of footprints sprinkle this beach
Shells moving. Camouflaged white sand crabs scuttle sideways towards the water. My gurus, the hermit crabs cruising by me.
The weight of these soft serve swirly ice cream cone shells carried by tiny bodies
Bodies that yearn to move forward though they don't know why.
There is no final destination
Just a desire to forge new tracks in the sand
To persevere without destination
Walking a path without knowing quite where it leads
Bravery and courage
And a tear timidly leaves my eye stuttering along my sun-kissed cheek as it rolls earthward
The sun yawns and starts to think about descending for the night behind this endless blanket of blue laid out before me
And I am held
Gaia is beneath me, above me, around me.
She is me