Count the grains
of sand,
suspending
in the foam,
as rippling
waves groan.
A wake, in throes.
Rage! The undertow
and roar, pulling
us forward, on
through the foam.
Coarse grains,
scratching,
reminders to stay,
dry land, home,
coral claws clashing,
stinging
sea
crashing.
The wake remembers
this passage awakened,
just as we have gone.
© CG Tenpenny, 2021.
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