Currents
It’s the vastness of it that calms me from the shore my toes exfoliating in sand watching the waves come in absorbing their lap of the shore the sea goes on forever with no end the way I wish this life would When the waves get larger and louder I imagine myself riding a current the vastness of it provoking anxiety needing land needing out can’t breathe nauseating endlessness of it rocking panic until Back on land breathing with the swells my toes exfoliating in sand glancing for shards of shells it’s the vastness I’m in awe of relishing in the ceaseless of it the ebb and flow Bio: Beth Mulcahy (she/her) is a Pushcart Prize-nominated poet and writer whose work has appeared in various journals, including Full House Literary and Roi Faineant Press. Her writing bridges the gaps between generations and self, hurt and healing. Beth lives in Ohio with her husband and two children and works for a company that provides technology to people without natural speech. Her latest publications can be found here: https://linktr.ee/mulcahea.
Fevers of the Mind 