sometimes, when

i wait upon the shore

my arms stretch wide

i yearn for more

five steps forward

the ocean calls

it takes my hand,

breaths its purling drawls

ten steps -

now it pools around my toes

broken mirrors

where the seaweed grows

..

full of reflected sky

and plastic scars

wait - i'm floating up -

i see the stars…

updated by @ceri-shaw: 02/05/19 01:56:55AM