I heard the surf in my momma’s womb.
The seagulls wistful cry–a siren song,
that seduced me in my liquid room.
By childhood, the affinity was strong.
Dancing in the sand, ocean waves caress.
I heard the soothing rhythm of the spheres,
the resonance of the universe.
Sand, water, sun romanced me through the years.
Even the ocean moves to the moon clock,
I have less life to live than what I’ve lived.
But winter brings back my salt life. Worn dock.
Hot sand. Bare feet. Solitude. Life adrift.
A deep inhale before the final exhale.
Then, a watery grave with a mermaid tail.
DL Davidson, 2019