Last night, I sat at the window listening to the night before sleeping. The moon was full, and through the thick layers of clouds even, was bright enough to almost peek through in places. The light made the cloud translucent. The wind made the trees sound like the ocean, and it was hard to not imagine being by the shore at night. I would listen to the crashing and pounding surf and wonder how it could be that my heart was still beating through all the thunder. The sand is so cold on my skin, and the wind pushes me to the water’s edge. The ocean consumes me until I am no longer even a grain of sand. I want my ears to be filled by this familiar song, to drown out the rest and know in the noise I am just as deaf in silence.
©Leigh-Anne Fraser 2011