Salt Poem by Faustina Marie

Sifted flour in clouds around my feet
Clinging to every crevice

The chilling wind pinches my cheeks pink
And pulls itself into my lungs

Moving forward becomes harder
The water pushes and plays

The visible waves and invisible currents:
Forces that demand my appreciation

I trust the water

The ocean crashes into me
Reminding me that I am small

I relax and tumble backward
Turning, plunging, flipping

I could never move this way outside
Of the sea's embrace

Held in the refreshing and powerful grip
I allow the water to pull me where it will,
Knowing she will allow me back up
To taste the salty sweet air