on blistering heat; the shore’s,
brittle grains of sand find my flesh,
curled and defiant.
My toes rebel, but I can’t breathe.
Will anguish relinquish my all?
feet entrenched in this warm soil,
intruders invade this cool, comely surf,
and they find my
grip for dear life.
‘Take me with you, but don’t
ask me to follow.’
the depths engulf me,
doves on water so crazy, made of azure sky,
and tugged by my drowning in despair.
Hope is strewn in the sand; heavy, sodden,
dependent only on my resolve… but
uncaring, cold waves hit me like a tsunami,
and I am lost. Behind on the beach
lies a carved heart, and words smoothed
by tortuous waters and wind;
an arrow barely visible, sinks
into the same brittle sand and it pierces me.