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Sea Karma

Shades of serenity

By Lori LamothePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Sea Karma
Photo by Matt Hardy on Unsplash

The beach has its own tide

of chairs and towels and coolers,

radios, sunglasses, umbrellas,

cell phones, paperback novels,

et cetera.


Waxing every morning,

waning by afternoon,

accompanied as always

by a fugue of conversations,

the rise and fall of sandcastles.


As it so happens the sea

is so cold today

that the yang of humanity

is perfectly balanced

by the yin of blue.


I want to swim out to the place

where water and sky meet.

I think it would be blank the way

a page can be blank

the way the mind must feel


when it reaches the edge

of meditation — the place

where all thought stops.

But the tide pulls both ways

and at the moment my daughter


wants to know where the moon

goes when it isn’t round.

I explain how it’s always there

right where you’d expect it to be

safe in night’s pocket

in an absence of light.


-0riginally published in Calyx

nature poetry

About the Creator

Lori Lamothe

Poet, Writer, Mom. Owner of two rescue huskies. Former baker who writes on books, true crime, culture and fiction.

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