Inspiration, Part 2

I've been thinking of home a lot. Not where I live, but where I feel like I'm me. Here are some words on one of my favorite places: the shore. A writer friend said I should share it.

"The Shore"

The sun stares hard
makes me squint
as I try to find you on the line
bobbing up and down on the horizon
like a fly on a reel.

We glimmer, us, in this heat
dripping as we bathe in the rays
and scramble for the cool release
a crash of wave will provide.

We’ve simmered here for years
squinting at the horizon
wondering what’s on the other side.

It tastes like sweet salt,
our bodies pulled like taffy
in each direction they decide to go.

The first breath after losing control,
letting it hit or diving straight in,
it’s deep and hard and long.

It’s not the short shot of breeze
that blows grains of sand in my eye
as I watch you bob away in the distance,
a fly on a reel.