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Sitting with Myself

April 26, 2022

Sitting with Myself

By Amba Gale

Let the warm tea
slowly glide
across your tongue.

Let your eyes fall gently
upon the cat on his back,
carrying the brightly lit fire.

Let the sun sparkles to your right
remind you that you live near water
on blessed land.

Let your mind’s eye take you
to just the other day,
when you and your daughter gazed
out the window where
five seals covered,
one with fin and tail in the air,
the current carrying
their sleek sweet bodies
and bobbing heads
as they surrendered to the rocking of the sea.

Sometimes, the barks of the seals
in the morning
greet me as I first open my eyes.

Sometimes, the joy that I feel
is too large
for my body to contain.

Sometimes, I just want to
sit with myself,
and celebrate.

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