Today I could get in. He won’t eat me. God Ocean is asleep. Wide blue expanse glassy in places, green elsewhere. Laying still, an invitation to step on, walk right on top of the barely moving surface. Maybe do a bit of a dance step. It would feel like cool foam. All the way to the purple-clouded horizon.
The boy’s call travels over the sand and grabs me by the heart. Feet stuck on the edge of the placid water, until the growing up is complete. One day, when he stands strong and tall, no longer needs my hand, I’ll be free again. I’ll go and sleep with lazy Ocean.