NiñaEstrella

I revere anyone who

Is their self

Every

Single

Day
 

She sat on the grainy wood
That smelled like that time we spilled vanilla on the floorboards
Because her black hair curled at the tips
My mouth curled up when I saw her.
I was mixing a cookie batter on the stove

It rises up out of the water,
Tall and looming
Barely there in the concealing mist 
Of daybreak.
Somewhere, a horn sounds
Loud and short
It cuts through the still, foggy morning
Like a knife through whipped cream.

The light is old
The warmth in the air is still, but dreamy
Day has gone 
But Night is still sleeping
We slip between thoughts of eyes closed and eyes open
As the sand stirs on the beaten pavement. 

June smells like

Birthday candles being blown out on the cake

Smoky trails of sweetness 

Are swept into my face

June feels like

The petals of a dandelion

Soft as a baby’s fingers

What if the ocean was silent?
The hum of never ending crashing waves
Gone
Only a small breeze
The silence would cut through the sand
Stirring it up at the slightest touch
And each small footprint on the shore