Endless Waters
By Hannah Billings
As I step in, I feel the cool water,
I feel the small pebbles rub up against my feet.
The smell of the breeze,
The taste of the salt,
It stings on my legs,
But it makes me feel free.
I see the little fish
Come to greet my giant toes.
I wonder what they must be thinking
Seeing those things.
It makes me question myself
Did I clean my feet last night?
I feel the crabs
Nibble on my heel.
Ouch I say out loud,
I wonder what the tourists think,
Because there is no on else around
As I go deeper, I feel a cold chill
It goes up my back
And wraps down around my ankles
All the way up to my shoulders now
I can see my towel in the distance
All nice and warm laying on the rocks
As a take my last step, I land on a barnacle
That pore innocent thing
How would I feel if someone stepped on me while I was minding my own business?
As I go under
I get rid of all the stress
Everything seems so care free
Everything seems like less
But as I remember I have to come up
I can’t be as free
As those little fish on the bottom of the sea, living it up




