Mindful..."Be mindful," the wind called. As the brackish water beckoned,
Inviting the small child over. "Come. Feel the sand. Stand in my tide."
"Release your being and fuse with me," the salty sea crooned.
It can heal your wounds, and be your friend surely, for its coastline was vast.
All called No. for the waves will inhale till only your footprints remain.
Missing.

A young child is lost, with only the wind calling her name,
where are you child?
and where was your sense, when I told you no, stay back by the fence,
Knee-high in liquid feelings, a body full of salted waters,
entering the open ocean with your arms wrapped round your chest, and your eyes...

Your eyes so sad, that saltwater swells
and matches volume with your cries.