Poetry Project, Week One: Aesthetic

Aesthetic (For Sarah S.)

She stands silent: staring at the sea. She hates

the hold it has on her. The waves tease

her spine, sending shivers that scathe.

She lost herself here: the water cast

her about, tumbled her body in the chase

to get to the sand. The water lies. It acts

anonymously, anchoring malevolence and teach-

ing brutally. Barely breathing, she steps forward and cheats

water with her toes. Her heart rate quickens, thoughts no longer chaste

and she runs into the waterwall, the force erasing her aches.

Her breath becomes battered, but stronger. The current heats

her soul. She is on fire. Taking a breath, she dives into ash.

Jump in; the water's fine!


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