pine needles fall to the ground
barely a thought
and light as a feather.
moss grows through my veins
as the water washes over my body
salt water and seaweed
as the overwhelming smell of the ocean
fills my senses.
summer days with cool evenings
sticky and humid
fill my head
as i think about the time ive spent
wondering
wandering.
stumbling through the wood
stammering over my words.
stale saltwater brushes my skin
as the half-moon shines over me
