BLoBBY

  Life has been blobby,
  Like all the fingers and inlets of Lake Pend Oreille.

    This past year and a half has been a discovery,
         A healing,
         An uncovering.

         At each turn, I think
         "I barely made it here."
         "Maybe I can rest here."
     "I've said this before."      

I want to find a way to be fully myself,
To not be pulling myself out of the ocean, 
Nearly drowned.

     I want to swim, surf, dive.
       I want to respect the life-giving and dangerous
         Water.
         And find joy.