Searching
searching, searching, surging
surfacing from underneath
underwater we float, get lost
in the lack of weight – a pause
in time, the beating of heart
in the ear, fall into the wave
to come out underneath
surging from searching
butterflies in the sky, the sand
my eyes, a salty cove of
restless energy, surging, begging
for movement but a force
to a halt
move still, run calm
across your skin and prickly
on your palms – we emerge
from the wave,
found
ELINA RINDLE
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