Echoes spill across the frothy waves
As I sit cross-legged, waiting,
Or, not so much waiting, as wondering, staring out
Beyond the horizon into the exodus of light
Where that something I’ve idolized,
That something I’ve nurtured down deep
In the furrows of pressing
Uncertainty
Floats listless and still.
Sometimes lured by croaks into the inky black,
I’ll lurk by the water’s edge, the salty slick of the
Rising tide cascading, wrenching the
Unstable pedestal out from under
The statue I’ve erected to your visage, to your…
Something.
Your shadow slinks out with the surf, barely struggling
To surface as the tide pools around my ice melt toes.
Filtered shell parts and smoothed sea glass toss about the
Narrow shoal, the salted spray spilling
Ballasted uncertainty at my feet.
I see your beacon, nestled high in a lighthouse rising
Through gap-toothed rocky crags.
You glimmer, spreading your light,
A pink flutter tossed between the furls of deep purple
Breakers as the darkness swallows your spark.
And then you turn.
Your glow dims quickly, the darkness enveloping and the wonder
Returning to leave me breathless, floating, listing and as before,
Uncertain.
About the Creator
Aaron Steele
As a novelist, Aaron seeks to capture the frailty of the human spirit and the power and unpredictability of nature. Inspired by the sway of the hammock and warm crash of the Floridian waves his ideas flow from daydream to page. #pinebluff
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