(Poem 218 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

sea salt on the wind
beached driftwood drying
jasmine and sweet cream
reeds suspended in oil
elocute the air with their
effusive particulates
demanding I return to
a bonfire on the beach
wearing a wind breaker
wishing someone would
hold my hand or find me
alluring like the waves
as the sand invades my
socks and the stars
wink at my impermanence.

@Home Studio – 218^th poem of the year (Teen beach memories evoked by an oil infuser my bestie gave me as a gift.)