Go

With every step I take
wet sand squishes between my toes.
I can go on like this for miles
walking alongside the tide,
frothy and tingling.

 

With my hand blocking the sun 
rays escape through my fingers. 
Temporarily blinding sight 
setting my hand aglow 
in sultry colors of red and orange.

The wind begins to pick up 
and it feels like for a split second 
that i am being pulled, 
pushed in a direction 
I had no knowledge of going.

As if a hand is gently nudging the small of my back, 
tugging on my wrists 
and whispering in my hair, where it is 
I’m suppose to go.