Glimmer

I found the beach,
but it wasn’t where I left it.
The water here keeps a different tone
and the sand feels more like dirt,
rough with my feet
where every step digs deeper
and every movement
shadows something else,
something left behind in the search for sunlight.

Advertisements

About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: