Skimming The Ocean
I don't count the waves
Shaking me; perhaps fearful
Of going under.
After a pure kiss
Changed to salt; pushed back on shore—
Scars beneath my feet;
2 a.m. holds no
Claim to drown; a darkened throw
Of sand to heaven.
World bawled in a fist,
Where she is held up, not far
From me— home, not far.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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