Speeding down the coast,
I was gritting my teeth,
Deepened by the hollowness of worry.
With a swoosh my car veered right,
And with it, the flopping alarm,
of a flat tire.
I pulled into a dirt parking lot,
beside the sea,
called and waited to be rescued.
The sun was just drooping below the clouds,
behind the black, baby islands,
with streaks of orange and crimson.
The sound of rounded rocks,
fumbling for the earth,
below the weight of waves.
Simple silhouettes in the background,
before each frothy ocean pulse.
Somehow the worry seeped out,
and lost its weight,
Between stones and water.
tickling my nostrils,
soothing my tired chest.