The salt sea.
Each wave a breath, a life, a story
Then the tide, an entirely different thing
Someday I will leave here
My bag packed with chocolate and love letters
And a compass
And chalk to draw pictures or leave messages
After all, who knows who will be the pioneer?
At first falling away from shadow
Then moving towards light
We make our way across foreign borders
Where does the story end?
Where indeed did it begin?
The salt sea
Each wave a caresses, murmuring to the sand:
“I am that I am”