Hope liters the shore like footprints on the sand
Appearing in full form and shape, and disappearing in an instant
Washed away by foamy white waves
Salt water mixes with tears … it’s impossible to distinguish the two
The sands of the Pacific, slowly loosening under my feet
Losing ground
I’m swallowed by the unknown
Moving back and forward and back …
Again and again and again
I look for the footprints
For hope,
Buried, but not gone.
