We crawled from coastal ocean to wait for night
seen through eyelids seeking sand, a body of raindrops,
sinking tones as natural as accidentally spilled colors.
We love hazardous shades of something.
Are you awake to count waves?
Water’s always here, in us, taking shape in shallows,
readily dragging warmth into bellies of waves.
Never sorry to leave, it goes with so much to believe in.
Lost in shell spirals, are you counting waves?
Hold breaths, grip the glow we forget goes grey.
Gravity keeps us down, air in lungs keeps us up
as we’re blind to all photos taken on sunken rocks,
hoping living colors die slow.