The Sand

By Alicia Getty

 

She stood at the top

Looking down on the foamy blue below

The gleam of the Pacific Ocean calling her name

 

The rock was a dark, solid sponge

Lifting her up into the salty air

She ignored the discomfort in her feet

For she felt like the ocean Princess

Standing on her pedestal

 

Ruling the world

 

Wind rustled the palm trees in the distance

She was lost in the sound

Island birds sang to her

It was by far her favorite song

 

She stepped off

 

She came alive

The ocean seemed to grow

And adrenaline coursed through her veins

 

The saltwater embraced her

A shock sent through her body

 

Tied to the ocean

Yet completely free

 

Her lungs expanded

The surface parted for her

She emerged and made her way

to the hot sand

As she walked, it stuck to her legs

 

The fiery light above

The sweet moisture on her skin

 

She was stuck to the island

 

Like the grains of sand stuck to her legs