The sea
I cannot bear
To be too far from her
Rolling, white-capped hills, her salty spray
To me
There is no fairer place to be
Than by her side
No fairer sight to see
The sea
An endless source of inspiration
Ideas brought in by the waves
Ceaselessly
Each grain of sand
A building block of dreams
Kernels of imagination
The sea
Bordering lands
Of castles made of sand
The place where young children
Carve out kingdoms of their own
With brightly colored tools
Buckets and spades
Thirsty dry sand
Quenched and molded into
Great mounds
Garlanded with emerald seaweed banners
Cyclopean walls
Enclosing
Shady tunnels, salty rivers
Shapely arches, and sturdy bridges
A fighting pit where captured crabs do battle
A spectacle for sandy multitudes
A treasure hoard
Overflowing with shells
Of many colors
Pale pink and gray and beige and creamy gold
With shells that look like coins and shields and swords
And spiral shell cuirasses
We build until our hands grow red and cold
And sand burrows under our fingernails
We build until
Our backs begin to burn
Then we
Cast down our walls
Lay our castles low
And rush headlong into the crashing waves
Plunging into her salty embrace
Sweet relief
The sea
A constant presence
Constantly changing
The calm before the storm
The storm herself
A place where I can feel at ease
Content
A refuge
For a gloomy temperament
A place for me to rage and put my wrath
To have my screams drowned out by roaring waves
My clothes, my hair flap wildly in the wind
My face anointed with flecks of foam
My lips with specks of salt
Mingling with my tears
A torrent reflecting my inner tumult
They said growing bigger would make me strong
In truth it just made me a bigger target
But like her
Being flexible
Is not the same
As being weak
The sea
A travelling companion
The shores may change
But she remains the same
Behind one of her beaches
I stumbled across an ancient grove
That once witnessed the worship
Of wise Minerva and thundering Jove
Toppled columns
Like giants’ vertebrae
Their flesh picked clean by vultures
She is
The final resting place of ruined cities, their remnants
Ground to dust
Fool’s gold sprinkled amidst golden sands
As softly as the silence
The sea
Balm for the soul
I enjoy
Relinquishing control
Lying back
I put my trust in her
She holds me up
In her soothing caress
Hush
I hear the sound of her voice in my ear
Washing away my worries and my fears
My mind is clear
I give myself to her current
And drift aimlessly
I am
An infinitesimal speck
Bobbing like a cork
Amidst a vast blue nothingness
She clings to me
Like a hundred sunlit crystals
Dripping back towards the deep
I was the first
To jump from the catamaran
And the last to clamber up again
Reborn
The sea
No matter where I am
I cannot escape
The enormity of her existence
Her limitless horizons
She is all-encompassing
The sea
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