Ojo

bright blue morning sky, bracing air
hot water envelopes legs, waist, chest
pebbles shift underfoot and I alight on a rock
that’s been sat upon for thousands of years

water touches my bottom lip
and the bright eye warms my face
as I dwell in a liminal space

the iron in the water dulls the edges of my conceit
I try to consider the direction of my life
but the thoughts fall out of my head
goals melt and ladders fall away

I dig my feet down into the pebbles
and tiny bubbles shimmer up like little prayers
past my feet, my legs, my belly, my shoulders

I look down to watch
a cupped hand captures a bunch
until I twist my wrist
to release a big burpy prayer of thanks