Florida Fleeting Fancy

I have me a case of the Sarasota blues!

I’ve been seeking and searching for one like you.

Ocean eyes that left me gasping, my own earthly eyes fixated on nothing more than the icy cool.

Dizzly dope, I was the frolicking and keen fool.

The inertia of your charms sent me whirling, twirling, turbulently twisting and spinning rouge; spinning blind.

Crashing into collective layers of ghostly pearlescent sand and rocky sediment deep within your depths, I find.

That I melted like a glimmering droplet into bottomless ocean eyes, that seemed intense and free.

That seemed clear and calm as the rollicking waves at Siesta Key. 

I intended to park my eager heart on the edge of your tread marked shores.

Longed to slow dance to the rhythm of my bell ringing buoy and yours. 

Alas, my earthly eyes the color of mud and rust

Greatly deceived my own intuition and trust. 

My senses were awoken by the pungent scent of marshes dressed in tattered fabric of moss and shrooms. 

As I rise from my stagnant pond of silky algae, my crown of resurrection ferns and purple bladderworts blooms.

Sheltered by pillars of pines where the rays of light dance between the empty pockets of space, and adorn their glittering light on the vast fields of swaying sawgrass and tranquil streams.   

A freshwater tear glides down my slick and slippery flesh, I was holding onto sweet but senseless dreams.

The ocean was never my true home, within my everglade kingdom all is not lost there is everlasting life, a childlike curiosity and an abundance of unconditional love.

As I lay in the comfort of sturdy prickly limbs and mighty rooted trunks I’m lulled to a blissful sleep while the harmony of lichens growing beneath me plays on.

I no longer have a case of the Sarasota blues.