My Days of Counting from the Sea
I learned to count from the sea
As I gathered the puca shells and stringed them into
I learned to dance at life’s adversities jumping as
Rushing waves would hit me
The rustling winds
Whispers to me an uyayi
Cradling me to sleep.
I learned to subtract loneliness from the flock of
At the bay.
I learned collective toil from fishers pulling the
Nets full of the day’s catch and divide them
They went home with happiness for their family’s
Food feast for the day.
I am relieved and let go of my inhibitions
As I removed my feet’s sandals
To feel the fine sand in my ankles.
And every time I am in want ,
I just have to remember my days of counting from the sea.