The ocean’s tide draws nearer, now.
My toes have waited patiently, feet sink
deeper and deeper until they just give in
and submerge, never coming up for air.
The horizon ahead whispers happy thoughts
to the sun above, melting frowns off faces that forgot
to check the mirror this morning but instead plunged
in, waist deep in blue, smiling into those waves
that I now crave: my summer lullaby
sung low, in high tide.
February 6, 2012