The Ocean

A sensory poem

I can feel the sun

I can feel the breeze

I can see the horizon

The sun is so bright if blinding

I feel as though I can touch it

The water tastes salty

As I hear the people talking

I can see the ocean

I can see my mom on her phone

I can imagine the fish in the water laughing at us

I can see my sisters playing in the ocean

I feel the cold water on my body getting warmer the more I move

I can see the seashells I can feel them on my feet.

Yellow and orange so bright it's blinding

Cool Breezes, and wind twirling,spiraling

Waves crashing people laughing and staring at my mischief

Water so close to my skin, water and land as one

Bluewater filled with sand white swirls

More clatter getting louder and louder

Could salty water upon ones face

Her on her phone filming the joy in the moment

I can see all of the sea life, imagining them looking up and laughing

More warmth in the movement

My nose being enveloped in a whole new sensation

Sibling rivalries never end well with sand involved

Seashells shaping and breaking beneath my feet.