The Mother

The ocean is a fluctuating

Undulating mass

Throwing humans about like toys

We run to her

Like she is our mother

Salt stained skin

Sandy crevices

Seaweed tangles in my hair

And I wonder

How do I live without this

All year?

Cracking surf conditions…

9 thoughts on “The Mother

  1. This is beautiful. She can be vicious but she can be so, so calming, a balm for stress, washing away our worries and bringing us home. A wonderful piece.

    Caz xx

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