The Waves Return

The sea, so still,
not a ripple to count.
Reflections are painted
on the ocean,
showcasing our day.

The sea, a mirror, holds
the sun beneath our feet-
below us, not above.

Hot and heavy air
weighs us down, while
the trapped heat
longs for a breeze.

We welcome the calm.
It never quite lasts.
We breathe in
the salt-thick air,
the sea’s steady breath.

The wind picks up,
the waves start their dance,
calling out – lap, lap, lap.
A hypnotist charms,
entrances us-
we can feel the waves are back.