beached

rough shell, 

grit and sand surround you
smooth, center, soft and inviting 

singing the oceans song through your fixed throat

stars illumine the heart of you 

galaxies contained in your depth
easy to overlook in your ordinary crusted cape
yet so quick to yield your intrinsic beauty with
minimal manipulation by my hands
we are similar 

you and I

both of static and waiting; 

what we posses inside is 

secreted and silent

i will be my own hand and 

Turn This Beauty Inside Out
I will pluck myself from the sea 

I will radiate the cosmos that made me
It will light my way into remembrance
I am always home and 

I am made of stars