this moment is fragile
speak softly
this moment is fragile
i am fragile
i can hear the waves crashing
pieces of the sea each traveled hundreds of thousands of miles just to meet sand
and create shore before being hurdled back into the abyss of ocean
important for only a second
they call me
i can hear the cars speeding by
rushing from place to place
counting seconds
losing moments between the minutes of their last breath when time no longer dictates end
they miss me
i can hear the chatter of strangers nearby
their words bouncing off of each other with intensity
high on the intimacy of fluid conversation
a connection to momentarily suppress the solitude of the human experience
they want me
i can feel the sand beneath my skin
each granule working together to wear down my edges till I’m putty between them
wrapping ribbons around my finger tips
pulling me into their unity
they need me
i can feel the sun slide over my face
each particle of light down my neck and chest
brushing past my legs and finally curling under my toes
caressing my skin like a blind lover
they see me
i can taste the salt in the air
tickling my taste buds with unease
and the anticipation of the undiscovered
before familiarity washes their distaste away
they know me
settle in with me
this moment is fragile
i am fragile
one
little
mistake
and it fades a w a y . . .
~~~
Poem by Nicole Asherah. Nicole Asherah is an artist who tries to connect people to intimate moments, feelings, and relationships experienced throughout life through her poetry, paintings, and photography.
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