Sea-salt Sinuses Relieve the Search for a Beach
At sea, drowning, caught…wrapped…between a life-raft of lost pressure.
Splashing around, terror keeps One alive.
Nowhere to hide, petrified by noisy occurrences & sights.
Numbing the pain, feel One sink under the surface.
Stomach-churning taste of sea-salt splits open prior-irritated eyes.
By then, though, one was so deep-under…
there was no Light to tell “Up” apart from “Down”!
Vertigo was somewhat soothing,
One let go of the desire to breathe…
Allowing murky-water into sinuses
paradoxically set the Spirit free.
Never again…to feel fine grains of sunburnt sand.
Never again…to feel quaking pain, becoming ever-increasingly grand.