Layered

Spring is stubborn this year
and we are layered,
the ocean in front of us does its thing not a care in the world for us,
the wind blows our hair,
chills our necks,
not caring either.
The sun shines down on our
pale faces and feet
bringing out freckles
that make him smile.
I peel an orange,
we scoop avocado from its shell, eat dolmas,
sink our bodies
into layer upon layer of sand.

We take off layers of clothing,
put them back on,
the same dance we do with our minds unraveling the layers of our emotions, our willingness to be vulnerable.
In front of us the ocean does not care about any of this,
content in its own rhythms
steadily caressing the shore.
We sit in silence unraveled.