We've Become One
On the sand, the stars, and the small dissolution of the self that the right beach can deliver.
A piece written from a beach at night. The kind of night where you stop being able to tell where you end and the world begins.
I like to sit on the sand
And gaze at the sea
Endless possibility!
I grab a handful of sand
And let it stream slowly down
A wonder of what I haven’t yet found
I lay down on the sand
As I look at distant stars
A moment of peace with all my scars
I submerge my feet into the sand
And now, we’ve become one
Has my life ended, or has it just begun?
The dissolving feeling at the end isn’t morbid. It’s the relief of being briefly part of something larger than the running narrative in your head. The question stays open. That’s the point.
— JTC