DON’T WORRY BEACHAPPY
I went to the beach today.
Waves reached for me, sometimes having enough oomph to get to me.
The water wasn’t cold really …
though I suspect if I had actually stepped out there,
it might’ve been.
Then I sat
I sat at a lifeguard house…
at the base…
with my back to the wind.
And I wrote.
I wrote of writing and of inspiration.
Then I sought inspiration from you and from a friend.
I wrote a snippet of fiction, the words ebbing and flowing just like the waves.
I listened to the waves while I worked.
I stopped often to listen and to watch.
Just the thought of them seduces me.
My entire chest, even my torso, …
fills to bursting with the thought of them heaving, cresting, crashing —
only to give up at the shoreline as if saying:
“it’s no use”
… even though they’d traveled thousands of miles to reach this very shore.
I checked out the gulls.
I love their sound.
They conversed with me and we laughed together.
One at a time, they flitted down
to land in my vicinity, prance and inspect me.
Some would ask a question or two: “have you anything to eat?” “whatcha doin’ there?” “come here often?”
I didn’t answer any query,
but blessed them for blessing me
and smiled my heart song as their “Godspeed.”
I breathed a lot of wonderful-smelling salted air.
My lungs wanted to burst.
I breathed and breathed but could not get enough of the air …
that disheveled my hair …
and played at my back …
and swirled around my head.
It was force-breathing me and I was happy to let it.
The act alone overwhelmed me and my eyes stung with joy.
writing about it now…
I wish I could teleport there.
I wish these tears that sting in my eyes threatening to burst the dam of lashes tying them back,
were the waves themselves
such that I could have brought a piece of the ocean home with me.