I think I’m ready; ocean-deep breaths.
Courage to make my sea-mother beam,
slipping my feet into this rhythm.

There are a lot of colours here; in and on you.
Movement, too, bodies loose
monkey see, monkey do!

Clicking fingertips, holding my own hands
– I feel like my belly button is smiling,
and right around my tickled, tight-hugged sides
sings my tinkling rib choir, the proud pipes of my organ-heart.

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