The Sea’s Song

Tides rise and fall like thoughts, a rhythm grounding me to this place, a ballet of water and shore, a symphony scored by the moon.

Each wave is a story unfolding, salted tales of longing and return, as shells gather whispers of ancient mariners, echoes of lives etched in sand.

I stand at the brink, breathless, where sky and water collide, as the horizon melts to infinity, a promise that calls me home.

• María Pizarro