The Spire

the eddies remain 

settled; confused

the voices of others 

drown the ocean,

the cries of the children

soften the sand,

the screeches of

shellfish reignite

the stove and

rejoin the once

broken 

stone.

laying face down

in a bed of salt water

you celebrate

the gripping tension

crawling up your spine

assaulting your effervescent 

anxiety and solar powered 

functioning,

this rumination

goes on and on