Waves

My veins flow with both fire and salt water. See, a Geechee girl needs the ocean like a heart needs a beat.

Water heals.

I need to feel the warm waves lap at my skin and wash my troubles away.

Water cleanses.

The sea, she sings me the song of Olòkun, and calls to me in the voices of the ancestors she carried to this land.

And I listen, close enough to hear even the whispers from the depths.

Water remembers.