Sea People

✨A Poem✨

The moon hits the top of the night’s sky

and slowly I rise

With the world at my back

and the pen in my hand

I rise

I taste the words of God with my tongue

and lick the honey from his pages

Is it God you’re looking for

or the splintered planks of survival?

Me at its surface

you at its depths

it’s a strange thing you and me

the way we swim the way we

come alive

when the moon hits the top of the night’s sky.

-Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson

Brain Fans

✨A Poem✨

Fans 🪭

(about 6 of them) 🪭

blow cool air from room 🪭

to room 🪭

my thoughts need a fan 🪭

to blow ideas from crevice to crevice 🪭

it’s artform to keep them coming 🪭

a commitment that’s not so celebrated. 🪭

A dark room with papers and 🪭

penciled notes 🪭

odd sketches that only Jung could explain. 🪭

Jagged stars and squiggly hearts appear here and there 🪭

but inside that skull 🪭

thought s dance and wiggle 🪭

some connect 🪭

some get away 🪭

That’s why our brains need fans 🪭

to keep those thoughts 🪭

flowin

-Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson

Worth It

✨A Poem✨

I wish I could say there’s no quit in me 🖤

but there’s a real strong quitter in me. 🖤

you see, I learned very quickly that it all works out;🖤

even when there’s a few bumps in the road. 🖤

And so knowing what to fight for isn’t so hard these days. 🖤

If I really want it, that’s the only option isn’t it. 🖤

To fight for your dreams 🖤

your freedom and 🖤

someone outside yourself that 🖤

lights up just because you smiled. 🖤

When you see me doing what I love 🖤

with the people I love, 🖤

please know it was never a question 🖤

of whether they were worth 🖤

fighting for.

Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson

The Old Sea Captain

✨A Poem✨

The words of God 🦞

written on the walls of 🦞

ships beneath the ocean’s 🦞

foaming white crests. 🦞

The peace at sea is 🦞

the movement of the breeze 🦞

and the way the water rocks and sways.🦞

Something about an old boa 🦞

that just puts me at ease.🦞

Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

Where the Sidewalk Ends

✨A Poem✨

The sidewalks passes by below my feet.

It doesn’t lead to the finish line

but it will take me most of the way.

There’s the usual cracks and bottle caps,

gum wrappers and gum that lost their stick.

A breeze blows blades of grass across my feet

and into the road.

It’s just a stroll

but it’s taking me places.

-Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson