soapy words

Living and the Dead

This spill of open water,

whose arms extend

the rolling ripples –

the foam and grey collapse.

Transparent layers

above, broken salted stars.

the sky chases the sea,

its lover

that holds the mass water tumbling

hides the caves

in the dark pit of her heart

pumping out the living and the dead.

Endless swirls of wind revered

gushing and booming

a wave of sand and clear blue

brings a storm cloud –

raining crystals in the sun.

My toes dig

deeper into the sand.

I am humbled

by her giving and taking back.

Fractions of light soak into my skin,

I feel the soft grain and stone.

Reflections of moments -

etched into the palms of my hands.