I.
Waves crash into roiling warmth
Foam settles, slows, then stops—
a moment’s pause,
the bottom of the ocean’s breath,
waiting for the pull back to sea.
Receding, a grief:
friction twixt the sand and water,
the wave inclining to gravity,
sinking through the grains.
Each touch a bond—
temporary, fleeting—
lost to the reliquary,
in every wave retold.
II.
So grief lays down
its film of salt—
to remind the sand
of what was and soon will be.
Each crest a vow
that cannot last,
each fall a promise
to begin again.
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 12:17 PM UTC
I.
Waves crash into roiling warmth
Foam settles, slows, then stops—
a moment’s pause,
the bottom of the ocean’s breath,
waiting for the pull back to sea.
Receding, a grief:
friction twixt the sand and water,
the wave inclining to gravity,
sinking through the grains.
Each touch a bond—
temporary, fleeting—
lost to the reliquary,
in every wave retold.
II.
So grief lays down
its film of salt—
to remind the sand
of what was and soon will be.
Each crest a vow
that cannot last,
each fall a promise
to begin again.