The blue-green ocean
spreads out like a fan
before us
our dry, sand imbedded
feet approach
we are timid birds -
uncaged
fearful of the gait
of our shadow
but sand is forgiving
and we step
inch by inch towards
the water
we are so close
that I can taste
the salt
brown seaweed
sticking to my
naked soles
what did we come
here for?
I wanted to see the sun
reflected on a liquid
mirror
I wanted to forage
and find
treasure
but we are stolen
by the waves
carried out across
the shore
we are made
of yesterday's
passion
our bare skin
wrinkling
with age
we have found
nothing but
ourselves
hopeless drifters, now
unclothed, unhinged
and tethered to
the tide
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
The blue-green ocean
spreads out like a fan
before us
our dry, sand imbedded
feet approach
we are timid birds -
uncaged
fearful of the gait
of our shadow
but sand is forgiving
and we step
inch by inch towards
the water
we are so close
that I can taste
the salt
brown seaweed
sticking to my
naked soles
what did we come
here for?
I wanted to see the sun
reflected on a liquid
mirror
I wanted to forage
and find
treasure
but we are stolen
by the waves
carried out across
the shore
we are made
of yesterday's
passion
our bare skin
wrinkling
with age
we have found
nothing but
ourselves
hopeless drifters, now
unclothed, unhinged
and tethered to
the tide
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