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.**
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