Two Feet
By Sarah Hope Carlson One foot on land, The sticky sand Crawls into crevices and cracks As feet pound and hack The salty soil, Tilling Filling Socks and shoes with weight Until it halts the gait. One foot on land Is an anchor in your hand. One foot in sea Is not enough for me. Dragged, drugged, drunk on salt, Still, it’s not your fault. Right, wrong, wrung by waves Thrilling Spilling Over from my soul I jumped in whole. One foot in sea You’re still too far from me. One in sea and one on shore; This has become a holy war. I cannot go to you, But will you come to me? One if on land, two if in sea Currents choke and throttle, My hand finds a bottle. One if on land, two if in sea. One if in sand, two if with me. One, two. One, two. One. 20
Seashore Ballet
Rachel Remington Digital Photography