thought teepee

Sitting
Hovering over a spinning wheel
Caressing the embryo of my thoughts
Splatters of red earth canvas my arms
My hands and soul immersed into this organic creation

Conceiving
Pushing to center with steady desire
Laboring a teetering tower into my castle of clay
Waves of nervousness ripple down my spine
My fingers manipulating the fragile fortress

Pondering
Who will live here?
Inhibitions, dreams, smiles, experiences, past decisions?
Will their shelter be rejoiced as they embrace the nature confining them
Or will they seek hope and change in shades of blue and green?

i am the girl

i am the girl
who runs with waves, dances on sand, and worships the wind.
i live for the sun and prey for the storm.
i find happiness everyday and strength in every wave.

i see the love
i feel the light
i'd steal for swell
i live for flight.

the claw-like hand that one would dread
i hold it high over my head
then push beneath to glide below
watching time slow with each new blow

i kick my tail to surface through
the salt and grime... i've done my time
in years i sit and dream of spit
to send me through another day.

i yearn for love, but am too consumed
these waves i'll take into my tomb.
am i normal? i don't care.
call me careless. let me share.