Ocean Whisperings

There are voices in the sea
I feel them brush against my legs
as I walk along the water’s edge.
The memories of people drowned
burst forth, curl around my toes
and pull me ankle deep.
They speak of times long ago,
and moments before,
of pirate ships and wrecks on rocks,
of summer days and silent nights.
I walk in closer to the waves
and the voices hold me tight,
leading me past the ledge
to depths I can’t reach.
I swim with them,
my voice is one of theirs.