Lagoon #morningcoffeesessions

When I see the word lagoon

my mind feels embraced by the double Os

grateful my thoughts get two tunnels of

OOOO in which to dive

When I see the word lagoon

my skin feels electric

vibrating with slick samphire

rambunctious reed catty cattail

opening like thighs to brief

interludes of sunshine

a revelation of mysteries

daring to be solved

When I see the word lagoon

my ear tops twitch in anticipation

of what curious sounds will unfold

in the thick delicious air a

hidden realm releases

When I see the word lagoon

I dip my painted toes in the white

feathery folds of a hissing swan

her grace on the murky pond

a lesson in movement – monumental

When I see the word lagoon

I lean my hip on the mossy stump of

a felled white willow protruding

through a bouquet of smirking sedgewort

siberian statice – stoic

sea turtles winking as they

swim in the shadows

When I see the word lagoon

I sway my eyes across a magical space

all fairytale and parable and allegory

all skipping songs and hand-clap tunes

too real to be real for my fading

childhood freedoms

When I see the word lagoon

I accept that my mermaid past

has made many stops in the

blue-green love stories that are

tucked in the muted orange-browns

of the raised moles under my left breast

above my heart

like an X on a

treasure

map

That is all for today. Peace.