How did the world come apart?
Did the mountains break apart into the sea?
How old is the sand?
How many millions of years have our feet walked here?
I am neither old nor young.
It is never too late and yet
More urgent than ever.
The palm trees reach up and out like great stars.
My legs are knee deep in the ocean;
Am I ready to keep going?
Can I take up as much space as the sky?
Will I give myself that liberty? That freedom?
That love?