Pacific Oceans

These mornings, I eat sand like time.
Sometimes I forget that oceans
Have been my home and I fall asleep
To the lulling waves and chirping seals.
I’d prefer to spend my days
Sitting on cliffside, contemplating
What it means to fly or fall,
Why the horizon only extends so far in sight,
And how to feel safe out in the open.
The composition of my body reminds me
That when I step into the sea
I’m stepping into my self and I feel
The sun warm my cooling heart.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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