As They Pulse

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