The Sea

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.

*

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