Sea Salt Seven

Seven.

Seven days I aim for.

Seven days I claim the shores.

Sea salt stretching silver marks upon my face

from the waves that pummel every swim stroke that I take.

Sea salt is the seasoning that makes me come alive,

that frees me from the pain that locks my body and being inside.

The green emerald soup from which the sea salt seasons life

creeps up around my legs, like ivy growing wild.

I descend into its depths now, until the pain is gone

I let go of what contains me and the sea and I are one.

The sea salt keeps me buoyant it won’t let me give up life,

I taste it in the moments when my overwhelm runs rife.

Given over to the sea as though it exists within my tears,

I taste the salt upon my face as it runs away my fears.

Sea salt I trust you

Sea salt I need you

7 days I seek you, every season of the year.

Endnote from Sj Ross Writes:

To all the open water swimmers who find their peace in the seas, rivers and waterways of the world, this is for you. Thank you for all the ways you welcome me and cheer me on, so thankful for this diverse global community. See you in the sea my friend.