near the edge of the water i sit on the warm sand, watching the waves roll closer to me, then away i want to inch closer but i can't help but simply hope the waves will splash over my feet
as the comforting scent of the ocean gently washes over me, i daydream of the schools of fish living there, the vibrant coral reefs decorating the scenery, the warmth of the rippling water, and i smile without thinking
i hide my face how embarrassing
in another daydream of mine i gather the courage finally to feel the water for myself
i dip my toe tentatively before diving in entirely
only 5 poems left before i complete my little nanowrimo project to write one poem every day. is this a good time to mention-- i plan to put my november poetry into a... book? i guess that's the best word for it! details tbd.
this is a little poem about how i uh, fall in love? is this too honest, even for a poet?