Dreams
I dream of the beach. The empty beach at the end of the day before sunset, or perhaps in the morning, sometime when it is abandoned. I am on the shore, more in essence than in actuality. I am so absorbed in the motion of the water, in the rising of the tide that I cannot feel my body, only the earthly surroundings. The texture of sand, rising to the roof of my mouth, I bite down on grit. The smell of salt and the panic as the surf gets closer and closer. Why don’t I move to dodge the waves? It is as if I am trapped there. Frozen in the sand. Perhaps I am waiting for someone who never comes? Usually my sister swims with me- where is she? There are sharks out feeding at sunset, what if I have overstayed my welcome?,- and they have caught my scent? Ridiculous, I am not even in the water…but it approaches. I wait for the wave that will take me under.
