Cleansing

The Cleansing

Sand clings to my body as I crawl
naked on the beach.
Salt breezes fill my nostrils with wind wounds.
A horse shoe crab grabs my toe,
I feel the pinch
of nature's sweet torment.

I do not move,
the waves know that I am
already posthumous.
They will come for me
in sin eroding cascades,
polishing me for eternities gateway.

Bobbie Kilzer Gogain
added 6/3/03