the dance of the waves

© AILENA

I 'm at sea. The wind is strong. It’s almost cold. But I keep standing, watching the waves. As they get larger,grow and break back together , a constantly repeat. Again and again they will grow but again they will collapse and again they will fold down. My thoughts are caught by the dance of the waves. Always comes a new waveand shows me how it falls down in front of me. The next wave is already there, rinsed the water around my legsand shows me how strong it is, even if it’s already collapsed. The wave pulls back into the sea and washes away the ground under my feet. I want to stay in the sand. Caught by the dance of the waves, I watch them. I see themrear up, see them lower down, see their angry foam. But I want to stay in the sand, caught by the dance of the waves.

© Ailena