A gift from the Ocean
Sometimes the knot is to be left alone.
Acknowledged, respected, loved.
Only the desire to unwind itself will…
and then, maybe, it is to remain entwined beauty, as it is.
revisited 4 years later in July.
In a glimpse of recognition,
This kelp knot, its’ tendriled immensity
Becomes Medusa’s wig.
A tragedy, a lie’s process ensnarling those who partake.