Where I return

Photo by Martin Fennema on Unsplash

The icy slap, and then the hiss
as it spreads, racing now
across the clattering shells,
the sun blazing its momentary
path like liquid lightning to the sand
and the surface glistening, listening
for the sacred stasis when it slows
shining fierce and fearless—
this is where the sea catches its
breath, and I let mine go.