Amongst the midst of thinking
I stumble upon shallow water
Where fishes pray
Slowly planning their descent. One day
I walk on broken shell
And kick the sandy bed
Grain filled mist dances
Passing by my bloody toes
Red turns to pink. To nothing
I think to numb
But the salt, the salt eases the pain
Turtles bury themselves
Hiding from careless pace
So I stop
Forgetting where I came from
Inhaling the horizon
Exhaling the days I hated these hands
That sway in the sea
Ripples circle the whole of me
And my heart listens to the clams
As they pulse
And water rises
My hair flirts with the algae
Entwining under the setting sun
I wonder how I thought
How thinking goes. Gone
And my heart listens to the clams
As they pulse
And I pulse too
