Mid-morning inspiration, starting at the beginning. The first poem in the first Confingo by Justine Chamberlain
When I ran with the wind it was silent
until I ran too far and it shook my ear
to stop me. But when I turned to listen
the sand sank, the sea swayed over my
sandal. It whispered promises to me
of eternity and beauty, of life
and stone, where scales and waves are together
within me, and the wind is my lover
to touch and glide over me, to chill
and excite me, to thrash with and dance,
to whirl through and envelop and be
enveloped by, in infinite tempest.
And all that was everything, and ever will be,
will be with me and all, in the depths of the sea.