poem
the sand feels cool underneath my skin
as i breath in the ocean mist
the lonely moon eliminates the sign several feet behind me
that warns that I am trespassing
but who really owns this beach anyway?
tiny grains of earth entangle themselves
in the web that the breeze has woven with my hair
and in front of me, an untimid, unending ocean whispers it's secrets
in the most serene crashes known to man
I've often wondered how such violent waves could have such a soothing effect
but just as violently as the waves crash against the earth
the water apologetically retreats caressing the same sand that it just aggressively attacked
my heart stops with each crashing wave
I am not afraid
I am amused at how easily the sand forgives the waves
wish that I were like that sand.
the tide rises and the cool salty water teases my leg
sending a chill down my spine and a warmth in my soul
i gently clench a fist full of sand in my right hand
it does not protest
maybe it too needed the company
I cease listening to my thoughts, and listen to the oceans tale instead
it's hard to decipher it's million stories told at once
but I managed to hear a tale or two or more
of lovers on the shore
and fishermen at sea
of pirates
and settlers
divers and swimmers
of life and death
of people like me
you are searching for answers in the wrong place
she says
and with her words lulls me to sleep
beneath a blue night
hours later a man in blue flashes his light in my eyes and wakes me
"didn't you see the sign" he says
"you're trespassing"
My lips wanted to scream, no, sir, YOU'RE trespassing
but what the ocean taught me a few hours earlier prevailed
"sir," said I as I noticed that dawn was about to break
"have you ever watched the sun rise?"
and I invited him to sit by me
In 15 years of patrolling the beach, he had never heard the oceans tales
he had never let the sand stick to his hair
he had never cared to
and if I did not rise from my spot,
the cold metal rings in his hands would soon restrain mine
I reluctantly stood as dawn began to break
I gently brushed the sand off of my skin
and shook it out of my hair
letting the little pieces of earth return to where they belonged
I found myself on the beach that day
trespassed into a place I had not known before
on a beach that truly belongs only to the Almighty
and to those who are brave enough to make the distinction
and as the cop escorted me passed the tresspassing sign
I heard him sigh
I heard him mumble "who really owns the beach anyway"
I thanked the cop, though I wasn't sure why
a soft grin escaped him
and when I looked back,
I saw him watching the sun rise
as i breath in the ocean mist
the lonely moon eliminates the sign several feet behind me
that warns that I am trespassing
but who really owns this beach anyway?
tiny grains of earth entangle themselves
in the web that the breeze has woven with my hair
and in front of me, an untimid, unending ocean whispers it's secrets
in the most serene crashes known to man
I've often wondered how such violent waves could have such a soothing effect
but just as violently as the waves crash against the earth
the water apologetically retreats caressing the same sand that it just aggressively attacked
my heart stops with each crashing wave
I am not afraid
I am amused at how easily the sand forgives the waves
wish that I were like that sand.
the tide rises and the cool salty water teases my leg
sending a chill down my spine and a warmth in my soul
i gently clench a fist full of sand in my right hand
it does not protest
maybe it too needed the company
I cease listening to my thoughts, and listen to the oceans tale instead
it's hard to decipher it's million stories told at once
but I managed to hear a tale or two or more
of lovers on the shore
and fishermen at sea
of pirates
and settlers
divers and swimmers
of life and death
of people like me
you are searching for answers in the wrong place
she says
and with her words lulls me to sleep
beneath a blue night
hours later a man in blue flashes his light in my eyes and wakes me
"didn't you see the sign" he says
"you're trespassing"
My lips wanted to scream, no, sir, YOU'RE trespassing
but what the ocean taught me a few hours earlier prevailed
"sir," said I as I noticed that dawn was about to break
"have you ever watched the sun rise?"
and I invited him to sit by me
In 15 years of patrolling the beach, he had never heard the oceans tales
he had never let the sand stick to his hair
he had never cared to
and if I did not rise from my spot,
the cold metal rings in his hands would soon restrain mine
I reluctantly stood as dawn began to break
I gently brushed the sand off of my skin
and shook it out of my hair
letting the little pieces of earth return to where they belonged
I found myself on the beach that day
trespassed into a place I had not known before
on a beach that truly belongs only to the Almighty
and to those who are brave enough to make the distinction
and as the cop escorted me passed the tresspassing sign
I heard him sigh
I heard him mumble "who really owns the beach anyway"
I thanked the cop, though I wasn't sure why
a soft grin escaped him
and when I looked back,
I saw him watching the sun rise