"Each, little wave"
by: Daniella Mia
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| photo by: Daniella Mia |
The last thing I see is a thick blue stripe.
Then I hear nothing,
but a roaring in my ears.
The wind is strong today
so my eyes squint;
my vision starts to blur.
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| photo by: Daniella Mia |
The beastly sound breaks at my knees
and beach water, makes the spot
in between my thighs,
tighten.
I can only feel,
during this impairment of my senses.
I am once again a child of the ocean.
As the blows of the grumbling waves soften
I start to sink downward,
to underneath the breaking.
Beneath my feet the sand is soft,
and inviting.
The final wave advances,
and I’m under.
Herein I lay
consumed by water.
Upward I swim,
until the breeze finds my cheeks again.
I turn toward what’s left of the day
reflecting off of
each,
little
wave,
and I’m home again.
In the ocean, I’m connected to the world.
Water touches everything there is;
and I’m home again.
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| photo by: Daniella Mia |
