Speaking the Waves
Waves came in
as big as buses, smashing
on the seawall and exploding
into clouds of watery shrapnel.
I felt the sound inside of me,
guttural, pushing up and shaping
the word "whoosh" in my mouth,
ballooning against my lips
to open and speak it.
"Whoosh" I said on each crash
of water, the shock waves
becoming my breath to speak
its might and power,
my voice commandeered
by the moment.
Whoosh…. Whoosh…. Whoosh
I kept chanting
until I was emptied and there came
the most perfect still.
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