June 06, 2016

Your Body The Sea (Pt. 1) | #CapturedInWords

Today I sat on a cold shingle beach
Covered by a sky that came without a hem. 
Knitted with clouds it was not; 
An expanse of grey; flat and peerless. 

Closing my eyes I listened to the waves
In the way that I listen to my breath
 Or my heartbeat
When I'm anxious  
Shutting off all else 
Boring into the reassurance of repetition. 

'A wave is a breath' I thought. 
The ssh sound of sand swept into submission
There, there. There, there. There, there. 
Drawing the shore into its depths. 
Each breath, regular, a hushed lullaby
Echoed at the frill of the deep.


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