Body Surfers
army green waves with
their white faces approach
our ethnic positions and
wash up the sandy shoreline
as consistently as day becomes
night - night transforms
itself to day... and army green
waves rise and fall with the
currents, their swells sometimes
three feet or more and body
surfers ride them into the
beach far past the water's
edge before coming to an
abrupt halt... brushing off the
sand with both hands they
turn and run straight back
into the army green water.
9-12-2022
Silent Sharing
the mother of my child
rests at the bottom of my
memories like an imagination
that briefly came true... I
sit beside the mother of other
children whose father I will
never be -- yet, we share the
same bungalows and beds
when we travel as if being
together is all that matters...
both of us realizing we are too
old to care about such things...
our annual week at the shore
is just another example of a
complex situation that fills
our lives but not our souls,
and as life dwindles by... we
silently watch the waves try
to reach out to us for comfort.
9-12-2022
Perspectives
the view in front of me
is fixed and squared,
water on my left
sand and umbrellas
in the middle and sea
oats and apartments on
my right... a pier is
perpendicular to my view
converging into the middle
of what I can see, tucked
in behind the most distant
but still visible umbrellas...
the water and shoreline
converge to that same point
as well and I can make out
more water behind the pier...
we sit the farthest away away
but see it all since off in the
distance it all gets smaller.
9-12-2022
Our Obligation
winds stream in from the southeast
blowing away the heat out from under
our umbrella and cooling the sand...
flaps on our umbrella wiggle in the breeze
the pole wobbles but is deep in the ground,
tourists bask in their chairs some of which are
upright while others lounge back, not feeling
the sun's rays burning their tender white skin;
banana boats bounce up and down on the top
of brackish waters pulled by jetskiis but as I
watch none slide off the slipper rubber boat...
multi-colored parachutes glide through the
air with the greatest of ease as they say of
high wire artists in the circus... but these are
being pulled by solar powered boats and all
the voyeurs wonders where their batteries are;
waves of bathers march into the ary green water
like miniature soldiers and in the blink of
of an eye it is clear they did not win the battle...
cylindrical balls are tossed into the air from
one to another but the wind diverts it to an
unknown player... our fleeting moments are
stolen from us by the day that moves faster
than the orbiting sun and as we sit on the edge
of our seats getting ready to go, we realize the
clothes we are wearing need washing while we
wash the oil out of our pores and acknowledge
this is our routine duty down here every summer.
9-12-2022
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