|“The Great Wave” by Japanese artist Katsushika Hokusai
The ocean’s waves pulse
pulse against my body.
The water is cold and unapologetic.
You sit on the sand and gaze
gaze at shells that might be treasure.
You are sure that they are gold.
I try to float
float over the waves and back to shore.
(I don’t know how to swim).
carry broken shells to your feet.
silence when you finally notice the expanse.