The waves rose to greet me like old friends did,
and I was more than willing to say hello back.
There I stood, swaying slightly on my two feet.
Waiting for something, for someone.
A voice, a lightning. Anything.
The water lapped at my calves, eager like a dog.
Another step forward, eyes shutting close
despite the gentle blue oblivion before me.
Waiting, again. Anything.
One by one, they began
to rise from the water.
And none, I saw, bore my face.
A wail slipped through the cracks.
A step back ... then another, tentative.
The waves hissed, angry.
Behind me, life was waiting.