Seashore Melody

Disappointments come in varied flavours

I taste the unaccustomed,

wrapped in soft salty breeze

Loud talks, 

incomprehensible, 

don’t converse.

I peek on from outside,

wanting to belong, to be included -

I take tentative steps across the bridge,

I am greeted with warm foreign eyes-

welcomed as a guest,

my otherness amplified.

My skin, my hair, my eyes, my voice, my tongue –

float over the waves, 

denying me the depth.

The ocean roars,

I pick seashells on shore,

hearing in them 

whispers of broken conversations…

My lips move,

I hum, 

breathing in mouthful of harmony

stirring a medley of melodies.

Sea breeze unties the knot on my head,

I let my hair down.