| I turn my back against the breeze That sends chills down my spine Of ripples and twists like the Movement of the sea out there My hair is blowing up and away From my face like a bird ready To fly away and escape the fear In the midst of the storm The water that touches my toes Awakens me from this dream And creeping through my sandals Is the sand that pulls me under The tumult of the raging waves Crashes against me and I am Deep within the shallow sea I am freed from this reality Kay Fillier 1991-1992 |
| On the Beach |