She Runs to the Ocean

She runs to the ocean
like she’s meeting an old friend.
Troubles spill from her like tea
as she dashes to the waterline,
digs bare toes into wet sand
and laughs as gentle wavelets
and pillows of seafoam
lick her ankles in welcome.

She runs to the ocean,
arms wide and lips parted
around jubilation so profound
drops of mirth streak from bright eyes
as she’s captured in the wild embrace
of salt and sand, sea and sky.
Grounded, yet euphoric,
she waltzes with waves—alive.