Sarah Donkin
Afloat
Ocean water swirls around my ankles
and tugs on my feet. I curl my toes
into the sand and watch the
clouds drifting across the horizon,
changing the skyline where no ships sail.
The beach slopes down towards a drop
off, somewhere beneath the waves
where shells and sand tumble over the edge and
fall away. Sometimes I wish I could
take a few steps further into the sea,
out where the water swirls around my neck
and lift my feet up from the sand.
I would watch the clouds changing the
skyline and drift across the horizon.