Sand Dancing

My heart seeks the deep grey sea, gulls flying and screaming, shells jamming their smooth edges between my toes. Grasses swaying in a humid breeze and sand dancing
a waltz with the tide.
That horizon there, is a meeting I will never know, could only dream about. The sickle moon hanging above my head, sending only a small shiver across the face of the water. Fishes sleep.
At the bottom of the ocean there are creatures that dwell in darkness. Do they see so much more than me?

© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019


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