Embroidery Woman

She listens to the song of the ocean with her feet half buried in the sand and the tide wooing her ankles and her skin rubbed over with love.

And the sky turns purple bruised by the sun and the woman raises her face graven with wind and the moon rises silken in the night.

She feels the veins of the earth pulsing beneath her. She hears the gasp of the clouds breathless above her. She smells the sorrow of the world poignant around her.

And the sky turns velvet embroidered over by the moon and she lowers her face marked by the wind and the sun rises mango in the sky. And the ocean dances. Pearls wash up on the shore. And footprints trace a line between land and sea; trace a path between what is and what is.

Photo by Will Turner