#478 (unknown shores)

the soles

of my feet

kissing the excrements

of unknown worms,

loosening the tideland.

the ground mushy,

my stomach uneasy,

yet I walk on

following you along

the foam of coming flood,

kites above our heads,

crab shells and sea grass

tying around our ankles

you are an island

throwing me a life ring

made of sandy kisses

to reach your shores

as long as I’m willing

to tread the unkown,

guided by your steady

steps.

 

©Matthias Grupe, 2nd August 2018

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