SUMMER HARVEST

I believe in Beach 

Bow to Yemaya

Reach for her womb

Worship her gifts

My heart dances

My grin spreads

Pushing my cheeks up to hug my eyes

Filling them with pools of joy

Grains of sand rub away the old layers

Water bathes them away

Salt heals the wounds

Ocean air renews

Here she will always know

She will know tribe

She will know comfort

She will know she