Dripping with seaweed
There were waves today. But I was undeterred – I swam into the rise while it watched me, then under the curve: unglamorous turquoise, stirred with silt. Standing, I could be pushed over, but I had already leapt, woven in – no floor to leave. I wondered if my spirit could mimic my limbs like this when waves surged on dry land; those that swell with no form, the force of unexpected feeling that is oblivious to the wind. C. LJ Ireton 2025