Efi Hatzimanolis #31 Grief (nods to DF and SH)

I stand with my feet buried 
in the saturated sand, 
at the edge of the surf,
looking out to the horizon, 
waiting until the waves
churning about my legs, 
suck me out to sea,
while I recede
in the opposite direction
simultaneously -
here at the edge,
grief is ground 
to blade and smoothest pebble