Nostalgia

The crashing, sharp waves

Sting my calf as I sit in the water. Letting the thoughts flow out, Letting the feelings drain. While I sit in the sea I remember the childhood wanderlust Wondering where it went, It disappeared over the years. I’m a different person now.

The curt, brittle sand Burrows between my toes.

As I walk from ocean to shore, Letting the memories cascade off rocky cliffs Descending into formidable tides. It overwhelms the perspective I had before. I’m a different person now. While I walk from beach to car,

The wind rustles my hair. Letting the nostalgia take over my body I’m a different person now.