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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