Through The Eyes Of Taylor Pircey
She is the heartbeat of every heat wave; the minstrel of each muggy afternoon. There's nothing quite like water, which fuels, cools, renews, and inspires us; a bright patch of blues and greens providing refuge from the stifling warmth of the summer sun.
My childhood summers were spent in water; my earliest memories are those of hose wars, water balloon fights, running through sprinklers, sliding down slip and slides, and beating the summer heat at the pool. Whether at home, in the mountains by some lake or river, or down by the seashore, my summer wardrobe consisted only of my bathing suit. Looking back, I can never quite recall the scorching gaze of the sun on those summer days; only of the enchantment of the water.
Even now, I find myself enamored by water, spending my summers scouring the hillsides of the Sierra Nevada Mountains for watering holes for swimming, and searching for alcoves along the ocean’s shoreline to play in the tide pools and sweeping waves. My summer dress code remains a swimsuit, although, as I've grown into adulthood, I tend to ditch even this in favor of skinny dipping in various bodies of water.
Earlier this spring, a friend of mine introduced me to a project she was working on about the emotional impact of water.I wrote this poem in contribution, capturing the essence of this muse that I've come to love so dearly – enjoy!
They say that in the beginning the Spirit moved on the face of the waters.
The very first language was not spoken– it was a dance – the first connection, original chemistry made with surface tension on the water.
This dance has never stopped – ebbing, flowing, falling, roaring, rolling, crashing, heaving, weaving, rippling, splashing, dancing, laughing.
Sparkling & teasing in the glow of sunlight, her vapor transformed to rainbows of brilliant promise; the atmosphere consumed in a passionate love affair with her tantalizing droplets.
At the kiss of winter’s icy breath, her movement is subdued to angelic prisms of light, glistening diamonds of such delicate constitution, even the most prized gems among us cannot compete with her simple majesty.
The cycle of life is reborn as she lingers & melts into spring, bathing the earth with flowers, feeding valleys & plains until every creature & plant has been touched by her gentle caress.
As she flows home to the sea, her empty vats are filled with sea vapor, bathing the peaks of mountains in storming glory.
Composing three quarters of our body chemistry, she shapes even our bodies, our histories, uniting all humanity together in an endless loop of living & dying; loving & breathing our way through the chemistry of living.
When death inevitably knocks on our door, water gracefully bows out of her performance, exiting the stage one final time as she relinquishes her hold on our bodies & surrenders our star dust back to the care of the universe. She is finally at rest.
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Photography and Poems by Taylor Pircey
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