March 29, 2022
The Adventures
By Amba Gale
Oh, sleek, slim, tall masted
sailing ship,
anchored so gracefully
outside my window, beckoning
me to all the places
I have yet to go, inside and out,
you call to me.
Now, I travel miles
each day
inside
to the still place
to turn a fleet of worthies
toward the light,
coming out of darkness, as we all have been,
cocooned in separated wombs,
some broken,
some whole.
We can now emerge,
reveal our late protected hearts.
We want to weep
to grieve
to laughe
to hug
to see the light
to show our fears and faces,
hidden for two years to the world,
to let love in
to let love out
to say, “I am here!”
“Hug me!”
Feel my heart near yours.
Touch me.
Let me touch you.
I invite you to love me,
to acknowledge my glorious imperfection,
to see who I am.
