Toes [Mud]

the warmth of the sun
cakes the mud
to my feet.
i do not wear shoes
because
the ones i had were lost
at sea.
my heartbeat quickens as i
think of the ocean.
there is no beauty in this Creation – only
tumultuous waves,
screaming children, and
darkness.
my hands shake at the
thought of returning to it
but my greatest desire
is to be
home.


Thanks for reading my second of two poems inspired by my trip to Greece. Thanks for reading and check back coon for more.

Until next time,

Michaela

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