The Sea
A poem about 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 Tells me to move on. 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 sunken 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.
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