OneWord: backspace

you backspace through your words
but it doesn’t erase them from existence
you only prevent me from knowing them
but it doesn’t erase the thought from being

“Recede”

we stand on the shore
of a stone-strewn coast
a breath caught between inhale
and exhale
released only
when the next wave lunges
crashing upon the jagged strand
it recedes
another close behind
roars in defiance as it too
leaps against the time-worn stones
each moment
spilling into
those that follow behind
whispering the heartbeat of the sea
drawing us
deeper, enticing
us to step closer until
our breaths, our heartbeats
become one with the ocean, until
we too recede

Written as a response to New World Creative Union’s Wednesday Wake-up Call. This week we have been inspired to write about waking to the sound of waves, and so I returned to Spain, to a place called Peniscola (yes, really) where we spent a glorious morning. The picture is my own.