Toes [Sand]

the warmth of the sun
bathes my feet.
i do not wear shoes
as to feel
the velvet sand between my toes.
the sun – just risen
over the horizon
calls out to me like a beacon.
“behold, there is beauty and grace
in this Creation – it is yours.”
my feet stop as the place
were the cold, wet sand meets
that which has yet
to be touched.
a gentle wave rolls in.
the sea foam quickly kisses my
toes before
returning back to what is familiar,
like a timid child who retreats to the
warm embrace
of the one whom they love.


I hope you all enjoyed something a little bit different on the blog today. I’m not the greatest poet, but this was inspired by my trip to a Greek island (that post will be up Monday) and the partner poem to this (which will be posted Friday) was inspired by a visit to a Greek refugee hot spot.

Thanks for reading and check back soon for more.

Until next time,

Michaela

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