Even the waves

Echos in the trees

Pine needles capture 

the wind like my fingers out 

a window. Your voice sings quietly 

In the clamor of the cones. I hate these 

beautiful melodies are muffled by the noise 

in my ears.

My vision is

blurred 

by 

distr

actions. 


I long to be by the ocean in your arms.

I long to be made whole in the sand. 

Let my body make peace with the beach. 

Let my heart find rhythm in the wild waves.


...Never stopping... 

Never ending...

...Never ceasing


Your 

gravitational 

pull. 


By

JL McCarthy

September 2, 2021