The waves roll in
the sun glares
on my skin
as I stand
in the salted sea
looking out
into the misty existence
of the future
as it isn't
what it seems.
A swishing softness
beneath my feet
a comfort seeks me.
Nothing is as fierce
as the harsh toll
of deadened water
slashing against my ankles
seeping, sandy, salty muckiness,
slips between my toes.
As I sink into the soothing ground
my stillness trapped
in the coolness of sound.
*
Stuck in the midst
of a windy beach
the whistling, hissing, breeze
swaddling deep into my eardrums
as I try to paddle further
against the swishing waters
tantalizing, prickling, frolicking,
my body frisks closer.
*
The air blows my long hair
a tangling mess of knots
harrowing my existence
deeper into the sea.
The water slashes
against my thighs
as I go deeper and further,
swimming, floating, splashing
against the roughness
whipping, bashing, lashing,
floundering whoops of pushes,
as my body is hounded
in the seas' striking lisp.
*
I reach the yacht
and climb in.
I settle down.
The sailing time
will begin
to pastures new.
A time for exploring.
A time for silence.
*
Being at sea
is a purity
of mindfulness.
A quality of stillness
settling the mind
for peace.
The surrounding waters,
the swaying of time
slips slowly in line.
*
©️ Denise Larkin 2020. All Rights Reserved.
Also published at Medium.com
About the Creator
Denise Larkin
A writer of a BA with honours (2.1) in Arts & Humanities recently gained a Creative Writing Master's Degree. She writes poetry, fictional short stories, and is the author of the Time to Run series, Darkness and The Non-Human.<aT.
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