Silent pattering, quiet creeping

Around am I. The sea shifts its body,

moving around me. Slowly caressing

my worn feet, the water moves in and pulls away

the sand. The coolness of the ocean’s tears refre-

shes my brain, allowing me to think. The

happier times come back to me in a current of

dreams. Me as a child then a teen, next an

adult and finally the old lady I am today.

With the next Wave I smell the salt of

the ocean. Then the bad memories arrive.

At about three I almost drown. Then

at twelve the dangerous fall out

of the car. Coming to twenty was the

accident with drugs. My thoughts return

to the sea, its continuous movement,

always changing, always renewing itself

slowly. And all these mistakes in my

life are frightening. I had wanted

to be the best, wanted all I could or could

not have. Maybe I should renew myself

The way the ocean does. In comes

The good and out goes the bad.

I like that.

In comes the good, and out goes the bad.