Salty Air

Whenever I have something to work through

A trial or a sadness

When someone close becomes a stranger

I find myself at the beach

I sit there until my face gets salty

And I think about

The colour of the ocean

How the waves barrel

And dance together

Racing towards the shore

If I’m lucky

Whatever is stuck in my mind

Becomes loose

Spilling outwards

Until it’s whisked away by the wind

Sometimes it stays

Lodged

And I will sit a while

Until my face gets salty and my hair

Crisp

Until the sun dips and the wind

Changes direction

And then I will drive home

Still with sand between my toes

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