The beginning of January
Brisk
But warm
The sea

Ice
The first thought
That comes to mind
Rocks
Sudden
Rough
They hurt

The sea
Salty
Cold
Wonderful

Blood
From my knee
Sharks
Said to be near the coast

Come back
Mother says
Come back
Cheyenne says
Come back
Tyler says

The surf
Pounding me against
The rocks
Blood
From my hip

Salt
It stings
The sand
And the breeze
It whistles

Cold
I shiver
The scent of salt
The pounding waves
The whipping wind
Cacophony

The sea
Brisk
But warm
The middle of January
Beach