A sensory poem
I can feel the sun
I can feel the breeze
I can see the horizon
The sun is so bright if blinding
I feel as though I can touch it
The water tastes salty
As I hear the people talking
I can see the ocean
I can see my mom on her phone
I can imagine the fish in the water laughing at us
I can see my sisters playing in the ocean
I feel the cold water on my body getting warmer the more I move
I can see the seashells I can feel them on my feet.
Yellow and orange so bright it's blinding
Cool Breezes, and wind twirling,spiraling
Waves crashing people laughing and staring at my mischief
Water so close to my skin, water and land as one
Bluewater filled with sand white swirls
More clatter getting louder and louder
Could salty water upon ones face
Her on her phone filming the joy in the moment
I can see all of the sea life, imagining them looking up and laughing
More warmth in the movement
My nose being enveloped in a whole new sensation
Sibling rivalries never end well with sand involved
Seashells shaping and breaking beneath my feet.
