As I tuck my knees
to my right side,
sticking
to the smooth surface below
the cutoff denim fabric couldn’t cover
I tilt my head
and lean it back,
closing my eyes,
allowing the mixed smell
of tide water
and seat leather
to dance around my thoughts.
The warm night air
fills my lungs
with longing,
and wanderlust
as my lashes
kiss each other
with every flutter of my lids.
And as the cricket sing,
the salty spray of the ocean
fills my empty caverns,
elevates my soul,
and sweetens my spirits.
I am complete.
There is no wishing,
nor hoping,
nor dreaming for a better tomorrow;
just the contentment
of not knowing
which direction I face,
but the understanding
that I am going
somewhere.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
As I tuck my knees
to my right side,
sticking
to the smooth surface below
the cutoff denim fabric couldn’t cover
I tilt my head
and lean it back,
closing my eyes,
allowing the mixed smell
of tide water
and seat leather
to dance around my thoughts.
The warm night air
fills my lungs
with longing,
and wanderlust
as my lashes
kiss each other
with every flutter of my lids.
And as the cricket sing,
the salty spray of the ocean
fills my empty caverns,
elevates my soul,
and sweetens my spirits.
I am complete.
There is no wishing,
nor hoping,
nor dreaming for a better tomorrow;
just the contentment
of not knowing
which direction I face,
but the understanding
that I am going
somewhere.
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