Through the fog, it vies for my attention. I can barely see it just below the surface of the sand. Grains scattered over the exterior, it’s mottled, difficult to visualize. Dust surrounding, settling, my view is nearly blocked.
People walk past, not seeing what I can almost see, busy, distracted. Although the sun skips on the water’s tips, a haze keeps me from seeing clearly.
I stab and strive, but can’t reach it.
The longer I wait, the deeper it drives. Rooting itself in the bottomless beneath and I fear I will miss my chance. Never see it again.
I beckon passersby, begging them to nab it. I wave and yell, scream. They take no notice of it or me, oblivious to my struggle.
I reach out for what I’m sure will be my last chance and its edges finally hint at my fingertips.
“I am yours,” it murmurs, “and only you can keep me from sinking.”
Loved this Hazy!
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[…] Only You. […]
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Thanks Gabriel!
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Very nicely done.
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Thanks very much, Adam.
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