- Vol. 04
- Chapter 12
Holding Her Breath for Starfish
On the dry sandy part of the beach she waited, Outside the reach of a wave, for something, Like a bird, A crab, Or a cloud to pass, but The air remained still.
The ocean exhaled its frothy breath. Ragged waves of dragged sand, Dared her to sacrifice a toe and in exchange An island waited for her.
A granite platform splashed but not covered by waves. She’d reach the rock by night. If she held her breath underwater, Kicked with the force of a wave,
She’d sleep with one foot touching the ocean, Her head next to a starfish. She could balance on one foot, Eat shell fish, like oysters or clams.
She’d wrap herself in a blanket of sea weed, Watch the stars. Never look back at the sand.
If only she held her breath And kicked with the force of a wave.