Reclaimed

Mother  called –

I stood on the edge

of each new wave –

I felt her gentle, salty kisses –

and their power dredged

the pummeled shells

from under my feet.

My feet sank,

another wave rolled in,

more sand dredged,

I sank more.

Over and over,

I relished her repeated kisses.

Sinking deeper into the sand –

I could no longer see my toes,

nor my feet –

Will she reclaim all of me?

agd 7.14.15 – OC, Md.