If one could step out on waves, feel the liquid coolness flow, where would you go? Ride the tide, watch moonlight collide with creatures, microscopic soul.

Would the waves tickle, just a little, as they suck the sands from shore? To carry feet towards retreat… Outwards or inwards?
Would you need to know?

Melted life, filled with organisms strife, worlds humans don’t control.
All beneath tiptoes.

Would you be vapor or the waters solid? Would a dream tie the waist and tether amid the stars? Just real enough to hold one above oceans bazaar?

Would you want to go?

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef