drop off Jeb at the mermaid’s house
tucked in the princess flowers
nestled from the bay
at the foot of the mountains
he’s left with the naturopathic doctor
to play truth or dare by the bon fire
have a night time swim in the sea

me, I go alone
under the stars
to the small group gathered
with the Iranian healer
born in Canada
he lives in Costa Rica
and is here at the farm of flying flowers

I come with an open heart
hope to loosen the tight in my chest
he calls me forward
wraps his arms around me
and meets me heart to heart

I feel the love
touch my own blocked walls
gently fall backwards into trusted arms
and am laid upon my blanket

breath, grief, gratitude, tears
crickets sing in unison in October grass
my written words
communication
the reason that I walk this earth
a sharing
the Magdalene
my growing son
a promise
to an open heart

it is all a mystery
an experience that can’t be named
mind tries
like here and now
to tell of the touching
my truest essence
that familiar thread
of home