Deep Indigo

Deep Indigo

A beach walk
at low tide 
in early spring. 
Though the air is chilly
and winds do blow,
I don’t fight the urge
to be barefoot 
on sand and swash.
            An incoming tide
                        and rhythmic surf
                    stir my core
        in ways both 
                        lively and settling.
Later, I climb a rocky headland,
stand firm on layered granite,
sand and salt between my toes still.
I gaze back to where I have been,
behold splendor once again.
This time 
deep indigo waters
shimmer in sunlight.
In these moments there is no gloom,
nothing need crawl away.
I hesitate to leave
such a glorious scene.
Just then, something softly 
washes through me.
I hear myself declare
with gentle gusto -
This… is all within me,
I… am within all this!!
A clear, sparkling energy swirls
with mingling tides of
 child, mother, grandmother
deep in the 
wholesome, 
expressive
 nature
 of me.

Sarah Carlson
March 27, 2026

Just a Shadow

 Just a Shadow

Clouds shroud the peak
of the mountain.
Trees stand strong,
though covered with rime
from freezing drizzle
just a day ago.
A breathy wind stirs,
bits of blue peek through,
trees become aglow.
I lull,
breathe with the wind,
shift with the clouds,
scan the valley below.
A stark shadow
creeps just below a ridge line,
dismal against the white.
A deep, heavy dark
that seems to obscure
 such brilliant beauty.
But, it’s just a shadow.
 Dynamic clouds
disperse under the warmth
of everlasting Light.
The truth is in
 the splendor.
                The gloom 
                                crawls 
                                        slowly
                                                    away.

Sarah Carlson
March 24, 2026

Yet Again

 

Yet Again

There by the ocean I pause.
Sea birds glide gently,
dip their heads every so often
to scan for fish below.
A tree branch appears to 
cradle clouds that drift 
with barely perceptible flow.
Snow melts under the warmth 
of a mid-March sun.
This place is familiar
and so I reflect,
remember times
of ponder and wonder
as I walked, widened,
 sat by the shore
on rocks that
have their own
slow history
of change.
There’s a stale tension 
within me,
tendrils of my past
I thought had fully uncoiled.
Later,
I listen, feel, speak,
cry
in the company of others,
though long ago I was taught 
to be still. 
The space is full of
acceptance and Love,
no judgment or disdain.
There is no wrong here. 
I feel a slow shift,
a loosening in my chest,
a quivering awareness
 that the inflicted hush of my infancy
was stifling,
never should have been.
Grateful for 
earth, ocean, sky, sun,
 like-minded beings,
and the vibrance, capacity, truth 
of my very essence -
I reveal, reclaim, and reorient
yet again.

Sarah Carlson
March 16, 2026