I escape undetected
slip past the sea-oat rimmed fence,
cross the bridge
to the great blue expanse,
leave behind the land
until toes get lifted
from underwater sand,
and I am in the
unstable hand,
at the whim
of my moody
but trusted friend
to take me
fathoms deep
into the abyss
of an empty head,
afloat in the saltwater solution
that expels the world
with each exhaled breath.
I only focus occasionally
on the shore
to reality check
my location
while away indefinitely
on my solitude vacation,
in no hurry to return
to the daily obligations.
I shift back my attention
to Sea’s lovely manipulations,
back and forth
with occasional playful splashes.
Cradle me awhile longer,
at least until the next pelican passes…
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
I, too, feel that pull of sand and sea!❤️
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Lots of sand and sea connections here while living in the South now for a while (and not much else to photograph). I’m working on pulling a collection together in a book. 😊
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