By Angel Ye
The sea, a living being
With every thrum of a wave pulsing another heaving breath
Gleaming sunbeams dancing off edges of ripples
As clear as the sky above me today, blue.
I can feel the thrum of bones, stirring.
Every breath, as if it’s simply sleeping
And so I ask the wandering sea beyond me:
Kind sir, are you sleeping? What are you?
But the only reply was the gentle hum of the oceans breaths rippling
beyond the soles of my worn down shoes.
Echo of ecliptic waves: hush of a warm summer sky.