Sand

I crave pretty moments and colorful plates,

Flowers and sweets.

I crave a disorderly kitchen,

The marriage of garlic and onions on a hot skillet.

I crave to move my body,

Dance and know all the steps.

I crave slow mornings and words of affirmations,

Inner gratitude and peace.

I crave these pages and the will

To riddle them with beautiful secrets.

I crave iced lemonade under the Texas sun,

Where I bask in the sweaty glory of being alive.

I crave a homecoming

To myself,

Who is lost at sea,

Sorting herself from the water,

And God from the salt.