makayla crist

RHYTHMIC SEA

It was the reassuring breeze clutching and twisting itself around our tattered bare feet, already sunken in the cool sand. It was being able to feel time and space move-only one rhythmic wave at a time. It was the war pulsing in my mind. Like the resurrecting wind and sea. It was like hearing a symphony- but the water and beaches as cords. Kindling new wave, like our heartbeats. It was all of this. We couldn't really understand it. We could only try to stay lost in the feeling of standing amongst something so saturating.  Just like us, standing side by side anywhere else.