12 + 2

I woke myself up from a dream where
waves were crashing on a shore
and the waves pushed and pulled
back in a rhythm I grew
accustomed to.

I worked with them
instead of against
and ran
back and forth
in sync.

The pitter pat of my feet
wet and hard on
cold sand

and it all moved to the beat.

8/12/2015
Riley Welch