271: Slippery Dreams

To walk the shelf is a precarious affair

when droplets of the ocean water spray

your feet and calves with each wave

that shakes the cliff.

You wanted to make it to the fort

perched on the islet beyond the cliff

before the tide rolled in,

but you delayed. You played

in the sand and skipped stones

that sank on the second hit.

Then the waves washed in.

The rock crumbles beneath your feet.

You may slip.

You have yet to make it to the fort.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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