The moon lights the sky
with its
celestial light,
otherwise the canvas is painted black
with but a few
specs of white.
Sand supports the weight
of my mind
body
soul
Water begins to coat my toes
as it slowly
creeps away from home.
Unsure of where
the grains of sand
and water ends
and skin begins;
where to draw the line between
land and
human.
Coolness wraps
around my skin
lining every curve and groove.
Still
my body holds its place
determined to stay
unmoved.
A feeling in my chest,
a sailboat
in a storm
unsure if I will
float
or
sink
Lips painted in a smile
tears in my eyes
on the brink.
Head above water,
but I still struggle to catch my breath.
Needing to cement
this moment in time
outlasting every life
and every death.
Wrap myself in
wonder
like a blanket for my
soul,
refusing to unravel
while discovering the unknown.
Eyes remaining shut while we
laugh and
kiss and
dream.
Second-nature knows
the extraordinary
has no reason
to be seen.
An experience I’m desperate to relive
on a permanent
replay.
What is the meaning of life
if not to escape
the mundane of
day
to
day?
Gwen Pederson, Writing Portfolio 