Seascapes

Rise and fall—
waves, wind, gulls.

Steady and strong,
The cliffs,
My mind.

Tide pools shine clear,
Mirrors of the sky.
Fluttering butterflies-
The cherry on top

Jut out-
The purple and red flowers.
Houses, on the cliff rising from nothingness
The water pistons as waves crashes
Relentless,
yet somehow gentle.

It could not be-
More perfect, more gorgeous,
So I sit here.
Stupefied. Mesmerized

The souls warmed
From the empty canvas of mind
And the beauty

Few more minutes,
For these deep moments,
Of connection to the earth.

Just a few more minutes—
to feel connected,
to feel small,
to feel alive.

I’ve got to go-
Swirling tidal pools
Rocks, washed over and over
For I’ve had a fill of my senses

Funny—
once I would’ve called this
wasted time.

But now,
with weathered rocks,
a weathered face,
weathered hair,
and a weathered life—

I long to be
like Maine:
unassuming,
rugged,
beautiful.

By: Toshita Kumar

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Toshita Kumar is a physician specializing in pulmonary and sleep medicine, practicing in a small town in Connecticut. Her work as a doctor informs her poetry, which is rooted in the belief that, despite our differences, we are all human—feeling, vulnerable, and connected. Through her writing, she seeks not only to tell stories, but to heal.