Waves

as I leave my marks
on the sand grinded by invisible teeth
I am followed submissively
by the force lying there underneath

do you know what amazing stories
the sea has told me last night?
of sea horses and drifting wood
and of death holding me tight

dancing madly in a waltz
of rippled lace, dragged back and forth
it gently caresses my ankles
slapping me suddenly from south and from north

roaring like an angry monster
that wants to engulf the whole modern time
embracing my being
in a moment where it belongs to nobody, but is all mine.

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100 Words, Memyselfandela/Adela Galasiu 2015

Photos, Adela Galasiu, Isle of Wight, UK