what kind of soul are you?

we are on vacation...and it is quite nice

here at the beach.

but i do not have a sandy-footed soul.

i don't resonate with the beach.

it doesn't call for me but once or twice a year.

my soul isn't shaded by palms or walled in by waves

and shifty dunes.

there aren't seagulls sweeping overhead or

wicker furniture in the breeze room of my innermost.

i'm not one to wear shark teeth and puka shells tied to my ankle.

but i do love it here.

it's easy to appreciate the ocean:

the darkness

the vastness

the power 

the restraint

the life within

the treasures down deep in its belly

the breeze is weightless

and feels like flying.

everything is laced with salt,

enough to make my laboriously straightened locks 

tell the truth and show their messy curls.

my face is sun kissed and 

hopefully my feet will take me home to the hills

a little smoother.

i'm really not sure what kind of soul i have living in my chest.

i'll let you know should i ever find out.

what about you?