Where I return
A poem
Apr 4, 20261 min read2 reads
he icy slap, and then the hiss
as it spreads, racing now
across the clattering shells,
the sun blazing its momentary
path like liquid lightning to the sand
and the surface glistening, listening
for the sacred stasis when it slows
shining fierce and fearless—
this is where the sea catches its
breath, and I let mine go.
Photo by Nao Takabayashi
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