if no answers, the sea calls. watch how it rushes in to greet, its translucent syntax spilling over the toes, splashing the ankles, leaving its transitory glisten for you.
a tepid breeze between fingers, count each intake of breath, every time the waves respire and become reborn, and you sigh along with them, coastal air
loading your lungs, the blood orange sun on its indolent slide to the horizonβs other side, your language of logograms the response, to keep going.
Written: March 2022. Explanation: A poem written in my own time. A link to my Facebook writing page and Instagram page can be found on my HP home page.