Sundered at dusk


sharjah beach

This is where the evenings sunder me apart
between sand, sea and a brooding sky
swinging by a whiff-thread of ocean air
the scent of green moss on rocks
homecoming caws of birdlife 
and the call of the sea in an empty shell
All treasures that I keep filling my pockets with
and yet there is space for more and more
©Reena Prasad