Myrtle Beach June 2020 Series continued -2-

THROUGH A WEEPING EYE

behind a protective coating, my

right eye weeps as it peers out

at the sun's reflection off the

murky water in front that transforms

into shades of white as the waves

crash onto the sand, digging our

holes underneath the feet of the

people who are standing there;

a well groomed dog sits under a

towel draped over the back of its

master's chair until it decides to

dig out a trench in which it lays with

open snout and outstretched tongue

patiently waiting to be taken into water;

scores of people walk and talk as they

cross the path of my weeping eye

whose clarity has faded over the years

but not bad enough to be corrected, still,

what is seen is not always understood

and oftentimes misunderstood as

personality and experience cloud

and obscure interpretations of realities;

vantage points change as do locations

and the weeping eye peers off into

a different direction as shading needs change

from a gradual rotating sun that moves

in and out-of-clouds with constant regularity;

a southwesterly current cools the breeze

that blows around us and the moisture

collected at our base momentarily soothes

the heated passions that have been growing

while under the umbrella we have remained;

time seems to have stopped or at least slowed down

\but continues all the same as it always does,

reminding us of our lack of immortality

and that each day is a precious gift to be

embraced and enjoyed as it quickly passes;

spots of color holding packages move in the sky

pulled by boats on the surface of the water

moving slower than they appear to be and

my weeping eye acknowledges their presence;

smelled rain is in the air, even tasted but

delayed in its appearance and the wind

blows it more off course and once again

nature allows us more opportunities today.

July 23, 2020