Cerulean Blue
A childhood book
Ingested when I had no words for the world
My imagination / My universe
She was alone, like me
Isolated
Mute
Surrounded by nature
Gazing out over the sky and sea
With a dog named Rohu
Whale bones her home
Like the bones of my ancestor held me
Many years without a voice
Waiting for somebody to discover me / her
Not knowing I had to discover myself first
A soul developing in solitude
With only nature as guidance
A feral wildness sets in
And becomes a part of you
So that nothing..
even after civilized and found
..could tear the animal out of you.
