Lot's Wife

Here I was, standing at the tip of the shore

Right where the water leaps onto land

Foam covering my perfectly manicured toes

Sand pulling me to the ground

I wonder…. now

How many waves will it take to pull me down?

When will the earth swallow me whole?

Will I be able to catch the sunrise?

Or will it happen at nightfall?

Will the stars still shine?

Will the moon pull the tide?

Will I rise again like Lot’s wife?