I still struggle in the swirling current.
Yet, you’ll just wash up
on the salt water shore.

And under a weeping sun,
I’ll walk you from
The water.
The wrapping waves washing worries
That tossed you.
The froth
That cleansed us of our mind.

We left our soles wasting away on the shore.
All that is left: between our toes;
grains of golden sand.