Beautiful Dust

You Are Forever Like Oceans
My toes curl into sand,
Establishing myself between the waves.
I tell you my dreams
Of a kitchen with curtains framing sunshine
And lemon cake with frosting.

Around my ankles the splashes remind me of the sequins
On my first really truly ballerina tutu.
I give you my secret
About the time when I was afraid
So I pretended to be someone not myself.

There’s a sheen on the beach unbroken by steps
A perfect mirror for sunlight.
I make confession
That I heap up positives and enthusiasms
Because I worry they won’t like my doubts.

Waves accentuate my Amens
And all I know is my strip of beach
Under my feet running only so far
This strip of beach
And the prayers I whisper into the ocean.