When I close my eyes I can still feel the whispers of your thoughts
against my skin. Muted the words skim across me dancing off the
ebbing tide. Hiding between the grains of sand. You wonder why I
cannot see, perhaps I no longer know where to look, so many grains
covered by pebbles, endorsed by shells of hidden depth and crushed
by the seaside walkers. Perhaps I just don’t know where to look.
The tide draws up and then pulls back, leaving a trail of glistening
water in its path, foam litters the shore, covering more. I look for you
along the waters edge, you are so far out I cannot reach you, and I
am so far in you cannot see me. But everyday that tide draws in and every
day the water meets the grains of time. Every day I wonder if today
we can connect. Today on the shore we will meet with the ocean beneath
Karen Hayward ©2015.