Laying on yoga mats
he strums and whistles
calls out to his ancestors.
I close my eyes hoping
my crush comes through.
Instead I see a beach
full of tiny sea turtles
over and over
with doubled rainbows.
Accept it’s his kid brother
and now I watch as he surfs
in El Salvador.
After this channeling ends,
the Shaman asks of our experiences.
Stephanie on the other side of the room
describes how she was a sea turtle swimming inside a funnel.
I smile knowing together we surfed with Tommy.
“the Shaman asks of our experiences.”
I journey and have only written one poem about it. I appreciate this poem.
Thank you!