XV. Footprints.

 

They met once

before

 

and now again.

 

here, as new people

on a sandbar

where seashells

ocean waves,

survivor

and troubador serenades

mix

to conjure that

which is envied

above

and below.

 

They each find self

in search for each other,

Two pair

of footprints

now

meandner,

overlap

loop,

entwine,

And parallel

over wet

and dry sands,

in and out of surf,

telling their tale

for all to see.

 

 

The End.

X. Maroon

“Jetsam”

Limp, exhausted,
she washes in,
with the incoming tide.
Along with debris from her raft,
and self.
She wakes
from the scrape of beach sand
grated against her cheek.


He stares out
At the water,
it is crystal clear.
His makeshift ship,
To his back,
on it
he considers attempting
to set sail.


She now learns to walk
on land
and to comb sand.
She is not the one
who left shore
so long ago
–this creature who grits teeth,
And holds in
air,
and twists legs into tail,
and arms wrestling waters
And demons
Of mind, air and sea.