This Poetry May Rewild Your Soul

Sensory words don’t rhyme

Desiree Driesenaar
Modern Women
Published in
4 min readMay 30, 2024


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“Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. With every breath, we inhale millions of molecules of sky, heat them briefly, and then exhale them back into the world.” ― Diane Ackerman, A Natural History of the Senses

Indonesian Life Below the Waves

My life is in Indonesia these two months of April and May. I snorkel in Bali and float on the sea. I spot new projects of environmental restoration of corals. Biorock. I talk to scientists about that. And try to find funding for greater speed.

But of course, I also connect to the waves. I love tropical nature. I love the cultures here in the tropics. So different, and yet, so the same. So… human… and then I write… poetry.

Gravity Is Floating

The sea is my muse, my Goddess, my warrior
The sea is my refuge when times are so rough

My knowledge is failing, my head is exploding,
and sea feet are all, they keep me afloat

Before entering the waves, my lungs breathe their breath
to warm the cold, to spark the flame