calm as a sacred stone
you long for your own magic
yet it's the earth that knows
you've never been
anything but magical
and longs for you
to mirror your purple hue
even in the murkiest of harbours
there you stand ensconced
unaware of the rippling
until salt water bellies up
awakening you from
a salty misconception
caving into
seaweed, nautilus shell-
as birth laboring ceases
at the tiny cry of new life
along the first harbour
you've ever known--now becoming
immune to harshness, and
calm as a sacred stone
words and photo by kate lamberg
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