Her feet walk the wild waves of the sea
Waves biting back at the heels of her hollow feet
changed by the creatures who lurk below
watching her with curiosity
will she make it?
They just don’t know.
their eyes follow every speck of splashing water
darting in every different direction
always somewhere new.
She almost wished for a welcoming-
as though she belonged beneath it all along
and was never truly meant for the surface.
A glint of orange haze on the horizon
the glint of hope
a spark of shore
to make the shipwreck mean something
to tell the story of dead Sailors
and Pirates who stole without truly wanting
just to steal
and steal they did
digging and digging
a hole so hollow
so void of that which makes the flowers grow.
Thin paper prodding along the edge between
air and ocean
and the space where fate decides
up or down
do I breathe or do I drown?
I am not a god
I should not be able to walk these wild waves
and yet I continue
and the creatures continue to watch
A deep wanting,
Storm clouds gather and swallow the orange horizon
Night steals the lighthouse away
the storm in my eye gathers
the swell of thunder in the distance is borrowed by a stare.