Once again, history repeats
Like clockwork I am 23 again
Feeling rage at the reality
Only now I am 31 and unsure
Of how this monumental shift
Will change us as humans.
How I wasn’t listening,
I was too busy looking the other way
To see the water had gone out, again.
The blue changes shade depending on
The direction of the sun.
I walk on grooved sand
I am brought back to now
The wind blowing my hair
The waves overpowering
The feelings boiling up inside me.
Written on 11/8/2024 at 11:27 AM
Kelly Severseike 