Monday, July 25, 2016

Learning a New Home

When I stand in the sand,
My toes play games with each grain,
At first
Every grain digs into me
Piercing my skin
Pushing every known cell
To accommodate
To grow into this new feeling.

I resist.

I kick my feet around
Flail
Drown them in luscious waves
To free myself of the ground I stand on
This new home that wants to root me

Again
The waves rush away from me
Pulling back with the strength of a trillion rubber bands stretching back waiting for their full elasticity to be tested
Before they come crashing back to me
The receding water
Draws in all the little grains of sand around my feet
I feel the 2 feet squared ground hugging my feet
Escaping, collapsing, being swallowed from under me

Again
I resist.
Again
and
again

It's new
It's uncomfortable
It's unfamiliar
It's different

But
Only
Until
I
Don't
Own
It

Only until I don't learn my new home.

510

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