No longer a single drop.
You have become the ocean, welcoming the salty water into every part of you sifting out whatever is not for you.
Undaunted by waves on the surface. You dive deep.
And sometimes, you create waves that swamp the boats of unwelcome intruders, easily.
You have become the ocean. Delighting in the beauty of the coral reefs; schools of shimmering fish grow even more beautiful in your imagining. Your imagining is limitless.
You respond to the pull of the moon and most days you reflect the sparkle of sunlight. At night, the stars glimmer on your surface.
You have become the ocean and for some odd reason you seem to be drawn to see yourself as a single drop, a woman without.
(I’m not going to write about the constrained, ridiculousness of that idea.)
I love you and please remember what is true, really, really.
Bainbridge Island, WA March 20, 2025
