Anyone who knows me knows that I love the ocean. I grew up on and around the water, spending long hours swimming, snorkeling, boating, fishing, and laying on the sand with a good book to read.
I tried to capture the essence of a day at the beach in a poem. Something that expressed how I feel inside when I hear the ceaseless roar of the waves, the smell of salt in the air, the warmth of the sun. I think I ended up with something very close.
Surf
Porcelain white gulls,
shadows crossing me like a dream
as I lay in the gilded rays.
My thoughts adrift
on the audible surf,
gently bobbing
here and there.
The contours of the sand
like a maternal blanket,
holding me fast and secure.
Shadows flit over me,
gentle caresses,
a lover’s touch
and I sigh.
RB
I’ve been away from the ocean too long.
I can’t seem to ever travel too far from it. Growing up around salt water apparently has gotten it into my veins.
I temporarily felt that way when I lived in the SF Bay Area.
Beautiful ode to a day on the beach, Richard! 🏖️
Thank you, my friend!