today everything I know
is somewhere else
except that the ivy has been
trying to come through window
I remember the last time
I crawled through a window
that was Mexico though,
with the moon low over the sea
and the slow procession of
turtles moving up the beach
today everything I want to know
is somehow elsewhere
tangled up in the pink
of the bougainvillea
© Sarah Whiteley
turtles are the only traffic here –
moving slowly landward with
the June-shadowed moon under palely
trailing feet and a torrent of stars
all day, the sea bloomed –
bursting brilliant in
white florets against the sand
but at night, the upsurge eased
and sun-brushed curves containing
all the day’s heat submerged
into cooler divulgences
© Sarah Whiteley
I have a very unofficial sort of bucket list. It changes all the time, but there are a few things that have remained constant and one of them was skinny dipping in the Caribbean. And Tulum last June was the perfect place to fulfill that particular wish – amazing experience! I’m heading back in October and am trying very hard to convince the beautiful person I call boyfriend to come along with me.
In other news, I think I’ve decided to combine Ebbtide and Tied to Sky into a single blog. Things may become a bit messy here while I play around and decide how I want to revamp the site in order to better accommodate both poetry and photography/art. My apologies in advance for the chaos.
Be well!
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