In Between

I woke up thirsty on an island in the sea


And the tide was swirling


And all I see is sea to shining sea


Limited by the turning of the tides


I cannot see me.
I woke up hungry in the swirling of the stars


 And the stars were swirling


And all I see is a shooting star


Aimed in my direction


I cannot see me.
I woke up on a beam of light


Amid the stars and sea


Not one nor the other, but in between


And now I can see everything.
Now, I can see me.


Photos by Kathryn Zix
Modeled by Ava and Vincent

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