TWO

tiny feet dig into

a set of man’s legs.

The anonymous legs sit on an endless bench seat

with the babysitter

by our side.

 

She’s grasping a huge wheel, steering a boat-like car.

Windows down, wind whipping

cooling us with random slaps.

Her blond hair is flying as we float forward.

 

Anonymous man

grasps each of my chubby thighs,

holding me steady,

as we fly along the road.

 

A wide windshield frames

a bright blue sky,

navy water,

and boiling sand.

 

My whole body

bursting with freedom and joy.

I am alive!

 

Who are these strange people

landing

at the beach with me

on a sweaty Summer day?

 

**A series of poems based on memories of my childhood came to me in the middle of the night during Somatic Experiencing® Training. This, I believe, is one of my earliest memories. The experience is mostly pleasant. I believe one aspect of it is telling because I don't recall any family with me yet I felt safe and free and fully alive. Memories are tricky and if this one is accurate, my siblings would have been in the back seat of that car. The babysitter and her boyfriend would have been driving all of us to the beach that summer day. I find it interesting that I have no recall of that aspect.**