Traveling Sand
by Diane Webster
Diane Webster

Diane Webster works at a local, weekly newspaper office. She tries to remain open to poetry ideas in everyday life and in drives in the mountains. Her poetry has appeared in The Hurricane Review, The Common Ground Review, The Orange Room Review and other literary magazines.

I feel like a footprint
in sand
after the ocean
swept me
away.
Away
to speed with dolphins
in front of a ship’s bow
for good luck,
to blow from a whale’s spout
like watery fireworks,
to drift to the ocean floor
dark, silent
but not without motion —
rolled like a baby
in amniotic fluid
closer, closer
to the surging surf
to find another footprint
to fill.

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