“It is as difficult to read a good book as it is to write one.”
-Goethe <hr/>Salome
Lapping wave crawls and fades,
beach non-discrete,
sand paths last a short while.
Tide and rock nestled together.
Pines in distance, intimately immersed
in singular will.
When you move,
the ripples reach me.
Pay attention
when entering new segments.
Gird yourself,
listen,
hold stillness.
The bell chime
signals the switch.
- Poem by Sebastian Sarkisian