The Bottom Shelf Review

Emerald waters call to me,

beckoning “Come hither. Come.”

Their rhythmic chant echoes through my thoughts

as I gaze out this second story window

mesmerized by the landlocked landscape below.

Three weeks, five days, four hours—

the time flows past at a lazy pace,

teasing my imagination,

taunting my patience,

and tormenting the small child within

who yearns to feel the sand between her toes

and the sting of sun on the tip of her nose.