It calls,
the distant sound
of crashing waves.
It draws
us from our shells
and caves.
We come
and gather,
toes lining the shore,
migrating creatures
eager to release
the excess we’ve stored.
We submerge our bodies
into the saline solvent
hoping to emerge lighter
with washed-off problems.
We stand before the span
of the vast aquahorizon in awe,
the expanse of creation in relation
makes us again precious yet small.
The sea summons souls
in sincere benevolence,
offering pieces of secrets
and some peace for each of us.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
The Reluctant Poet 