Orca.

Waters lapped,
Currents swirled,
Beneath my feet a world
Blossomed ripe
Liked a fruit for plucking.
Scattered light twirled
In an iridescent shower
Over the surface
Of my body, a flower
Floating on the ocean,
Drifting in the bloom.
I was alone yet
I was whole in the womb
Of the water.
I tread lightly as the spirit
Rose highly,
Black and white and
Right and mighty.
The orca of my dreams,
Gliding within arm’s reach,
A guardian for my mind
And it’s beach.

Ashley