my inland sea

​a poem about chosen family.​

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a hug on the inside,
a feeling so free,
found upon my first visit
to this inland sea.

here, one need not always be silent
or the most noisy,
time is made for everyone –
ah, intentionality!

gatherings with love
and humility,
with listening ears
​for each person’s voice and story.

there are writers, woodworkers,
those skilled in photography,
there are dog parents, runners,
masters of art – culinary;

there are wizards of computers
and gemmology, 
dancing, hiking, gardens,
​and philosophy.

I once equated oceans
with unpredictability,
until stumbling upon
my inland sea.

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