Kansas/September

I once spoke with a wave from the ocean. She said she grew from the rocks and eventually blanketed them as she hit the shore, moving specks of sand in and out of the tide.

 She claimed to know everything and became friends with the moon. They traded gravity as if it could be manipulated to do the wrong thing. She pulled and he drew near, bringing the stars closer to the sea. 

She pulled me to the sand and beckoned me to the depths. I dragged my fingers along the sand and rocks as I went deeper and deeper feeling my body spiral through the waves. I reached the bottom where glaciers hovered above and the moon’s light struck through the ice touching every boulder below and caressing my skin as it lit the ocean floor. 

As my back hovered over the sand at the bottom of the sea…I opened my eyes and witnessed the moon drawing closer to the waves, finding pieces of the mountains and beaches to mold into the stars. 

She whispered, “swallow the stars, mold into glaciers, and take hold of the tide.”