Tides and Undertoe, Emily Musgrove

I'm thinking about praying more
Because I was praying before.
And then I met you.

Asunder yet on the shore
My feet beneath the water
The waves rushing under
My toes squishing in the sand
The ethereal sensation and peaceful rhythm
Pulling me while I'm planted;
That's how you made me feel.

Or is it just my imagination?
My logic tells me no.
My imagination doesn't work
That well on its own.

You're different though.
I don't see the beach often
But I know its real;
I've felt it.
This makes me question the severity of this.