While they are napping, I watch the ocean arch its angry backs until they calm evenly as one flat spot in the sand.
While they are napping, I check in on friends tucked close as they zigzag through an abyss of private sadness.
While they are napping, I feel the pit in my stomach growl.
While they are napping, I miss my husband even though we are in the same building.
While they are napping, I wonder how many more days I will get to keep my children so buoyant in their own imaginations..
While they are napping, I pray they learn not to let their fears keep them ashore.
While they are napping, I stare at this churning ferocious sea and feel proud of the moon for drawing it back to the salty depths from which it came, every single time.
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