The Kindred Spirits
Jimmi lived in the mountains,
Anna lived in the sea.
He filled his walls with pictures,
She filled her hands with shells.
Jimmi loved the sharp, clean air,
Anna loved the way bubbles tangled in her hair.
He walked the cliffside path,
She swam beneath the foam.
He saw the shore,
She saw the horizon.
Jimmi pressed his hand to the sand,
Anna brushed past him like a wave.
He sat and waited,
She splashed his feet with laughter.
He startled at her touch,
She smiled like the tide at dawn.
He spoke first, fumbling for words,
She listened with a stillness that drowned him.
He walked the shoreline,
She swam beside his steps.
The sun burned low,
The tide rose and fell.
Jimmi checked his watch,
Anna knew no time at all.
He blinked—she vanished,
and the night swallowed her.
At sunrise, he skipped a stone.
It struck her crown beneath the waves.
He kissed the ache away.
She held the moment in memory.
Jimmi beckoned her to stay and play,
Anna only shook her head.
He ached with silence,
She ached with distance.
He dragged a boat into the surf,
She floated close, her eyes shining.
The tide rose,
The tide fell.
He kept speaking,
She kept listening.
Until his voice faltered,
And her silence grew heavy.
Jimmi reached for his fishing pole,
Anna swam quick, whispering no.
He hesitated, confused.
She tossed a fish into the boat—her gift.
The sun slipped down.
The sea pulled her away.
Jimmi returned to the mountains,
Anna returned to the sea.
The sun rose.
The sun set.
The tide rose.
The tide fell.
And each day they found their way back.
Jimmi carved words into the sand:
See you next time.
The waves carried them away,
but Anna’s hand traced back:
Tomorrow.
The tide rose.
The tide fell.
He rowed out, desperate.
She drifted further, testing fate.
He sank beneath the weight,
She stumbled on shore, breathless.
Jimmi struggled for air,
Anna prayed for his return.
He clawed back to the waves,
She climbed until she fell.
He gasped and stood on the surface,
She tumbled but found her feet.
He reached an island,
She reached a clearing.
He stepped into a cave,
She smelled a fire’s smoke.
He dove deeper,
She climbed higher.
He found her pearls,
She found his pictures.
When he returned to the beach,
She stood waiting, trembling.
The tide rose.
The tide fell.
Jimmi kissed the shore with bare feet.
Anna steadied herself above him.
He caught her before she fell.
She smiled, finally still.
Jimmi asked if she would stay.
Anna whispered yes—
for now.
They spoke until the sun rose.
They listened until it set.
The tide rose.
The tide fell.
And so the kindred spirits—
Earth and Water
met again, and again, and again.
