My bones ache,
with the waves of a tide,
wanting to stay ashore.
And my joints crack together,
while being carried away.
My body is dragged through the wild ripples,
going further out to sea.
Then the chaos calms,
and I float.
The water
surrounds me and hums a soft lullaby.
While I watch the sky
change from pinks and oranges,
to a rain of gold stars.
I drift and drift,
mesmerized by
the lost dreams in the sky.
Where I can
hear the hushed whispers,
of strayed star-gazers.
Natalie Wallace resides in Southern California. She is a cheerful spirit who enjoys reading, writing, and drinking Jasmine tea. You can find her work on Eskimo Pie, Leaves of Ink, Forced Entries, Cadence Collective, Silver Birch Press and the Cerritos Library Website.