Mexican Thanksgiving

The burn on my neck crinkles.
The day spent nestled in a book.
It’s unlike me to spend time away from the ocean
immersed in the fantasy of it all.

The waves,
Raw like my being.
cool water captures me in the warmth of no control.
water whipped, sand swirled, hair salted.

I read my book.
My neck crinkled by the sun.
pain that can only be tamed by the waves.