Treasure Island (Poem 2/24)

I turn the pages of my father’s book.

Grabbing my blankets,  I get cozy in a nook.

The soft moonlight caresses the first page.

It smells of old age.

The first sentence grabs my attention and I get sucked in.

It was so silent I could hear the drop of a pin.

Page after page, I kept turning into the after hours of the night.

I didn’t stop until first morning light.

Best adventure yet.

The craziest characters I ever met.

Who knew a book so old could be the best story ever told.

Underwater Freedom (Poem 1/24)

I move with the currents.

I dance with the seaweed.

I wrestle with the fish and float with the whales.

I move my hands through the cool, crisp water as I dive deeper and deeper into the darkness of the sea.

There is no fear in me.

I feel at home.

It’s in my soul. It’s my freedom.

It’s my love.

I take one last breath,

I’m part of it.