Tuesday, May 27, 2014

deeper and deeper

into the sand

my feet sink with each step,

pulling out with suction

and with heavy breathing

I shoulder my way

closer to the water,

where more compact sand

makes the walking easier…

until,

the waves

back and forth toss me,

almost stumbling,

knees weakening,

pull up…  out…   and forward…

with each step;

one step done,

then another and

another…

and a wave grabs me

with under toe

and back and forth I go,

almost stumbling,

knees buckling,

open mouth breathing…

stepping forward,

getting closer

and,

destination secured.

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the sun assaults my body

like no other lover can,

and I feel hot to the touch

and very enlarged in my

attitude and feelings; but,

each time I try to

consummate our relationship,

I find you hiding

behind my back,

then disappearing…

to heat up another.

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with each dream

I become bolder,

until one day, I

have become that

person I never

thought I’d be,

knowing that

when that happened,

I would never, ever

want to awake.

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I could sit here for days

and watch these waves,

as mesmerizing as they are,

gently rolling in and out;

in fact, I think

that is exactly what I’ve done;

I could let the sun and sea mist

corrode and abuse my body and

never feel like I’ve been betrayed;

I could let blisters grow and

harden as I walk the sandy beaches,

never thinking of the ground beneath;

I could smell the pungent odor of

fish and other sea creatures daily,

fearing absolutely no implications;

I am the water…

I am the sand…

I am the sea mist blown by the winds all around;

I am all that you enjoy here…

I am why you visit and,

I am why you never want to leave.

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make me whole again, I

yell at the little guy

inside my head, who has

the power to turn heads;

give me the feet I need

to walk away from this

dream in which I have placed

myself too long, I say; but,

no reply there is and

no acknowledgement of

communications at all on

which to hold him accountable;

and yet, this little guy

directs and misdirects me

all the time for some kind of

sadistic pleasure, I presume;

and, I am left blaming myself

for what has been at his direction

and leadership all along, I see.

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bruised clouds slowly move to the north,

a headboat cuts through the waters going south,

waves attack the shoreline moving westerly,

a gentle sun hides herself behind an overcast horizon;

a glass wall protects me from all I see

but there is a chill in the air today and

my visuals change often as if someone is

constantly moving backdrops for a staged play;

moment-by-moment my day unfolds

then minutes and hours have come and gone,

and if, I were to peer into tomorrow today,

I would see the same thing as this is vacation.

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