I wrote this poem on September 5, 2021:
Walking alone because the anticipation could have drowned me.
Sand so soft between my flip flops and my feet.
And the wind could cut you but you would never be injured. You're far too safe.
Could be a tropical sea. Could be a lush rain forest.
But it's neither.
And maybe because it is neither and it's spring and locals don't want to contend with the wind,
That this beach is yours alone.
Expansive. And wild.
I can see turquoise. Even if it's icy freezing blue.
The ocean crushes into our legs and we know we are alone in our excitement.
Alone in a polaroid of joy.
Frozen legs, beating hearts.
And a heart in place of a sand castle.
For a friendship as unique as the sand we warm our feet in.
-Amanda
