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wind child

Writer's picture: Janet PearsonJanet Pearson


what can i say but that

beauty is endless on the water-

no dirt, no back-stabbing,

you can’t touch me

but the wind gets right inside

to my womb


water water everywhere

we’re nowhere

because we can’t touch the land


it doesn’t matter what body it is

we’re all the same

swimming in one big pool

everybody’s juices mixing

blending, repelling and

working a way out

rub-a-dub-dub

four men in a tub

women

boys, girls and a dog

with 24’ to mingle

best friends, strangers

becoming lovers

loving because it’s about the best thing to do


in six days i haven’t been bored for one second

every spot i’ve sat has found me

putting me into its reality

each island is unique

and the people there

gather away from the cesspool


we have the magic of the gypsy lady on board

she sprinkled it from her fingertips

before we left Lasqueti

it has taken her half a lifetime

to get where she was headed

but now she too is friends

with the water

she told me i have a beautiful face

and kissed me

like the wind, her magic sings in me now

strengthening my womb


we are cruising the cosmos

in a Martin 24

to do the lunar swing

making wishes on the North Star

before returning to the day

when the galaxy is hidden from view

we reach places where time

has no meaning

love & the life of leisure

are the only options

no decisions to be made

except where is the end of the line?

nothing lasts forever

not people places moments

mountains or water

but the peace we are creating

that blows through the sails

has nothing better to do than mingle


laissez-faire

let it go and see what happens

chances are we’ll end up in the same place

but the ride will have been epic

there’s nothing to catch up with us out here-

you can’t touch me

the sun’s got me covered


Savory stars moonlight beach

teenagers with bomb fires

exploring drunk

wanting in, wanting out

Courtney wants to be me

i want to be the gypsy

we’re three of the same

goddess, mother, crone

it all comes back to the womb again

i’ve been doing so much floating


and when the trip is over

each moment will be etched into my body

the people i’ve met will

live in my cells

making me smile when i least expect it


the water is in my soul now



 
 
 

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