Wandering
I rest on the ocean’s surface.
Gentle waves knock me against
craggy cliff faces and sandpaper shores,
my skin slowly cracking, insides
aimlessly drifting to the sea bed.
My eyes stare upwards, unblinking,
dried from the salt in the air.
I rest on the ocean’s surface.
Gentle waves knock me against
craggy cliff faces and sandpaper shores,
my skin slowly cracking, insides
aimlessly drifting to the sea bed.
My eyes stare upwards, unblinking,
dried from the salt in the air.