Mangrove Soul

Your roots reach out and arch toward me. Or to the Sea?

The reddish brown color outlining my heart...

Intertwined deeply amoungst each other’s arms and fingers threaded together looking for that element of love nourishment...

My heart reaches like you, though you are silent,

I cry out.

My reach is much farther and deeper than yours...

But as I gaze upon the seaweed wrapped around your roots, are you struggling to breathe?

Or are those delicate layers holding you close and feeding you, laying so still with the movement of tide... visiting and leaving all at the same time?

Are we just visiting and leaving over and over again?

Our marks of love as a scar or a mark of beauty?

How simple to be a mangrove.

How lovely to be a mangrove.

How painful to be a mangrove,

as you leech the salt from your roots to your limbs...

We are connected you and I...

I just have too much seaweed and sea moss attached to my soul for now...

Teach me to exist as you Mr. Mangrove.

Reach for love...