A Moment of Weakness
By: Michelle Snider

You breathe deeply
The salty mist ripples through, ruffling even the tiniest of hairs
on your body
Waves silently crash against unseen walls
encompassed in an alabaster glow dancing
on the alternating hills and valleys; I can see
 
the paleness of your face projected
on the moon
Well-worn, perfectly positioned craters of age
constantly watching, waiting
for that impetuous glimpse of weakness basking
in the subtle waves of contentment.