You don’t see the sea at night,
but you can feel its inky presence –
a rolling, riotous void that stretches out from the cliff
and blends the sky together with infinity.
It waits for you.
Relentless, hypnotic, eternal.
The waves pound at the ground beneath your feet,
and ask a question you can’t answer, but also can’t ignore.
“When? When? When?”
The whoosh of the waves is deafening,
But you hear each water droplet hit the rocks,
Feel each speck of spray reunite with the sea,
It is a part of you.
You could stay here forever.
Become one with the shore and the pebbles and the water.
Your feet growing roots down so deep into the stone
That even the strongest of waves couldn’t move them.
The tides would flow around you
Caressing your body in their persistent, prying way
Sculpting your flesh and pulling at your fingers
Like a child on the playground begging you to come and play.
The wind would braid your hair and tell you secrets
And rush into your mouth and your lungs
Playing your body like an instrument
so it would sound like you were either singing or screaming.
“Your home could be here,” it whispers,
Wrapping you in its cloying smell of brine and bliss;
Beckoning you closer to its depths with each insistent wave.
“Just one more step and you’ll be free.”
Wander Font 