sea around the edges

sea around the edges

first touch is shaped into the curl of

desperation

tension

formed around the edges

building up, splashing over

second

and after - bittersweet relinquishing --

the ocean holds its breath

for as long

as it can,

waiting for the black

to crawl across its vision

lets it go

rushing over the sands, surrounding

each grain with watery

breath, only to

sweep its own

feet out

from

under

even the ocean gives of itself

wave after wave

rips the tide into balance

Christie Flemming