The ocean breathes a soft salty sigh

The ocean breathes a soft, salty sigh,

tide rolls in, waves lap, gently pry.

I held a piece of pumice, worn,

like old regrets, polished, reborn.

Every grain a worry, a fear stripped bare,

washed smooth on the shore, light as air.

In summer’s warm grasp, the horizon gleams,

waves whisper of solace, of half-forgotten dreams.

I toss it back, a weightless gift,

the tides pull me under, a slow, tender lift.

Rough edges soften, like laughter and time,

each moment a current, a rhythm, a rhyme.