The Sea Gives Not Easily Up It's Prey
for half a century or more the Southeastern waters
have been my home away from home during the warmer
months of the year and I have learned, quite reluctantly,
not to ever underestimate its power...
white caps break religiously
consistent against the shore
leaving vacant the sand
that always reminds behind;
novice body surfers tumble
and slide along the rocky bottom
of what was once soft and smooth
before the storm a fortnight ago;
rip tides pull as repeaters
swim parallel to the shoreline
as do the sharks who occasionally
glide by looking for a way out;
floats move north with the approaching
northwestern currents from the triangle
a days ride to the east if one is hankering
to go that way for a thrill and
avoid these kind and gentle waters
that kill when they have a mind to
and we seem ever so innocent
in their presence without
having a right to be...
June 24, 2020
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