Western University of Health Sciences



Hannah Smith

COMP-Pomona student

We stand on islands
The fear of salty mist on our cheeks
I look for land
Expanse of sea
For others there are waves
Sunset or sunrise
We experience it
How large is the sea?
And how many miles deep?
The horizon
A constantly changing mirage.
A wave crashes at my feet
Then another
Again and again
Without change.
My toes submerged
Unsure of the rising tide.