The drop is the ocean.
I hear far away stars.
They are here, in my fingernails
Shining layers of memories.
I was split and I was whole.
Blue light birthed me,
or I was just born
into water.
The heartbeat,
I hear the heart beat.
Perhaps I heard it before too.
My toes sink, they follow the gravity.
My hair float, levitating maturity.
When the drop is the whole,
the waves kiss the ripples
on your wrinkles.
Let me hold your hand.
You have never been old,
Nor young.
For the body is the whole.