Your roots have layers.
From darkness light
And the reminder, everything I need is right in front of me.
No purchase necessary.
I could spend hours staring at the beauty of earth.
Sifting through beach pebbles like the archives of my soul.
Finding all my stories there, tumbled and smooth waiting for their return to the sea.
Basket full of summer.
Pages empty of poetry.
Muse in hiding... or in disguise.