across grey oceans

across grey oceans

Yesterday I went to Kamakura and Enoshima to see the ocean.  

I walked down the beach for miles,

and I believe that

the sound of the waves,

the subsidence of your shoes in the wet sand,

the running from the tide,

the sea gulls above you,

the breeze messing up your hair,

the restlessness that arises

and the urge to hurl yourself into the cold water,

are the only cure there is.

Katie