Did the Earth spit
you up, or just fail
to drown you?
Acknowledge solitude.
Name separation.
Admit your skin.
Each of us an island, a
hot accretion surfaced;
a cool shelf not
fully submerged.
Do not despair.
Feel how the
ocean floor anchors
you, and all around
water. Could you
be more surrounded
by life? Do you taste
the salt? And
look, look: Even
alone, can you
see how you
belong, the near
and distant
archipelago?
Meditatio Ephemera 
Interesting to think of myself as an island with waters completely encircling, separation from the many other islands … alas, it often feels like not enough separation!
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Or, too much. It’s always something, as Gilda said. 🙂 Thanks for reading and commenting, Jazz.
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