Piers to Infinity

I found this photo in my archives. This photo was taken 2014 in Fulton, Texas. Living there was a duality of inequality. The photo was taken with my Canon Rebel. Politics is very dark in Texas. I only found light at the ocean with the birds and photography. As an empath this was my favorite spot to meditate, breathe, and sigh about how beautiful this scenario was that day I took the photo. I am away from their politics but the ugliness of oil pollution on the beaches on Corpus Christie was devastating. Why do people value the dollar more than beauty? I remember the day I shot this photo. Peace, love, and understanding are important but today's environment is nasty towards truth and beauty. I choose the light. This Cali girl will not leave California.

Piers to Infinity — The Beauty and the Bruise

Two paths stretch into the bay,

twin invitations to the horizon.

Between them, the water waits,

a mirror for anyone brave enough

to look at their own stillness.

The old bones of the pier

rise from the deep like witnesses,

reminding us that even what falls

continues to hold the light.

This is where the world pauses

and listens back.

I look out past the pier,

past the boats,

past the last line where the ocean

meets the sky.

Infinity lives there

in the pure light rising from the water,

in the ions lifting like a quiet blessing,

in the breath of a world

that still wants to heal.

But beneath that beauty

is the bruise.

Pollution threads itself

through rivers and bays,

stitched by hands that choose profit

over protection.

Oil, runoff, chemicals

the alphabet of destruction

written into our waters

by those who refuse to see

what they are killing.

How can anyone look at this horizon

and deny the damage?

How can a mind turn away

from the living world

and call its suffering “nothing”?

The ocean keeps shining anyway.

It keeps offering infinity,

even to those who refuse

to honor it.

But I stand here remembering

South Texas long ago

the pier, the sky, the quiet.

Such beauty in a place

so often wounded

by decisions made far from the shore.

Infinity is still here.

But it needs defenders,

not deniers.