I followed the sound for hours
only to find that its source
lay beyond a vast blue sea.
I waded in the shallows
and witnessed my reflection
in the calm swells.
I saw through my face,
as it faded into transparency.
The sands took shape
and spelled out my name.
The sound changed pitch,
and enticed my sense of longing.
I looked at the sky,
temporarily ignoring the salty pool.
I stepped back onto the shore
and found an old plank of driftwood.
I buried it in the sand
and watered it with seawater.
Before long,
the once battered and worn driftwood
had flourished and transformed into a boat.
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