Stretch of the ocean,
As far as I see,
Do you see the, the yellow ochre?
barricade the blues of the ocean?
It’s deep beyond.
The waves emanate from the barricade.
The sun, reflecting
on the sand under my feet.
The waves blanketing my feet,
The sand is moving away and pulling me closer to it.
As I was dragged downward,
I felt my weight.
Not in a way I was judged.
but in the actuality of it.
I can be one among the crowd.
But I’m one.
Individually and spiritually distinct.
I chased the waves.
Loitering along with the ebbs and flows.
It came so close, and
drenched me in the wetness.
I was alive, felt, and seen.
My skin burned slightly.
With the roughness of the granules against my skin.
With sand in the corners of my pocket
I returned, defeated,
Only to see the sea shells
It has spit out, left alone.
On the bed of shore.
Shining as they were,
remained empty.
Some were even disfigured.
I stood still.
reading the same stillness in their body,
I had the same when I was discarded.
after the exploitation, in the same way as
this.
Are we the same? I wondered.
For every time I waited and loved,
I believed and longed.
I was left back alone, only with repentance.
I darted back towards the ocean.
Take me, I pleaded.
The deeper I went into the water,
The lighter my body felt,
I knew I was deprived of the knowledge to swim my way back to the shore.
bearing the fright,
and the little voice disapproving each of my steps,
I still forwarded with the little will I had left in crumbs.
