Home.
As you walk out of the kitchen,
Into the warm summer air,
Down the block you keep all your memories tied to,
Sandals in one hand,
Fresh lemonade in the other,
Walking through the trees,
The sun feels like warm silk on your bare skin,
The wind,
Brushing ever so slightly against your untannable arms,
The sound of the water scraping the sand makes you feel at ease,
Maybe its the fact you feel free being there,
Listening to the water push in on the surface that you sit,
Then gently pull back away from you,
Consuming the grains and plants tenderly,
Bringing them back into the deep waters below in one gentle swoop,
It makes you feel alive,
Because those tiny grains of sand remind you,
Of you,
They remind you that your life is fleeting,
And that if even a grain,
Bodied from dead sea matter like sand,
On an off the map park beach,
Can some how make its way through the underbelly of the sea,
All the way into another beaches home,
Somewhere far off,
That maybe you too,
Can escape to an exciting world,
Just let the water pull you in,
And move you,
Somewhere new and free.
Jess Elyssa Rose