Pacific Premonitions
I feel like a child engulfed in maternal arms, but whipped by the waves at the oceanfront,
where the wind wisps flecks of salt water to my cheeks,
and blends with the wet of my eyes.
My toes will turn blue then purple soon,
and I shall feed into the mouth,
of the body,
until I am numb and fluid.
Each strand of my hair shall be coated and the coils will float above my ears.
moments of unbound.
Undone by the mass of simultaneous heaviness and weightlessness.
It’s almost deafening.
The vastness,
the ambivalence of crashing and washing and silence,
where each ripple may very well be the work of a dolphin tail,
Flounder-fin…
And before I am one with the sea,
I am pulled by my purple feet which were once blue which were once
tanned,
dragged against the grit of the sand,
Exfoliating the skin on my legs and arms and back.
I am back to the land,
to my mothers arms,
and to the waves that once threatened to consume me.
where the wind wisps flecks of salt water to my cheeks,
and blends with the wet of my eyes.
My toes will turn blue then purple soon,
and I shall feed into the mouth,
of the body,
until I am numb and fluid.
Each strand of my hair shall be coated and the coils will float above my ears.
moments of unbound.
Undone by the mass of simultaneous heaviness and weightlessness.
It’s almost deafening.
The vastness,
the ambivalence of crashing and washing and silence,
where each ripple may very well be the work of a dolphin tail,
Flounder-fin…
And before I am one with the sea,
I am pulled by my purple feet which were once blue which were once
tanned,
dragged against the grit of the sand,
Exfoliating the skin on my legs and arms and back.
I am back to the land,
to my mothers arms,
and to the waves that once threatened to consume me.
Amani Jones is a junior at the Lehigh Valley Charter High School for the Arts where she studies literary art. She has had her work featured in her school’s literary magazine, Ruckus, and is a staff writer for Hello World Magazine. Amani is also the co-founder and submissions head of the online literary journal, Chewing Dirt. When she isn't reading or writing, she can be found cuddling with pets or replaying her favorite jazz records.