Pearl - Alison Ehringer

Sand kernels stuck between my teeth.

I grind them, eager for the crunch

of what my muses have bestowed upon me

in the midst of their natural domain.

They favour salty air, yearn for the way

it lingers like the afterthought of a siren’s song.

Let the sea breeze carry the mighty tune

of creative pursuit across foaming waves.

Let the muses hit me with all their violent force,

grab me tightly, and haul me out to sea,

so that I may be again submerged

in the blue depths of a mindful existence.

Eyes tearing up under Helios’s glare,

skin on the edge of a burned discovery,

the horizon’s aglow with the golden potential

of greatness worth holding out for.

And as the tides change with the passing

of the hours, the muses deign me worthy

of another idea, pure like a freshwater pearl,

small like a kernel of sand.

I grind my teeth.