At the high tide line, where the waves don’t reach,
Where the wind tangles my hair.
Salt crystals on my lips, sand between my toes,
and the golden sunset on my skin.
It’s strange they said I was lost at sea
When here I am
At rest
On the beach.
Jennifer M. Smith is a long-distance offshore sailor and a pretty good swimmer, too.
Fabulous!
Reminds me of childhood – where parents worry when your late – yet all the time you know for sure you are safe and sound – where’s the panick?