August and Everything After

by Jennifer Salvato Doktorski

Maybe that’s what it means to be broken. There will forever be two sides of one’s self with a fault line down the middle. Put two broken people together, and there will come a time when you have a chasm to cross.

The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude.

“The ocean changes every day. Tomorrow morning you can walk out here and the surf will look totally different. Sometimes the waves are soft and rolling, other times they’re fierce and unforgiving. The winds and the tides are forever reforming and reshaping the landscape. We hear that saying all the time, ‘Every day is a new day.’ But with the ocean, you can see it. It has a way of making you believe the slate really has been wiped clean.”

What good is light that’s borrowed from a star? We have too much in common, the moon and I.

when the music starts, all at once I feel my heart break free.