see the sea

"Walking Beside The Ocean"
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Sand makes an uneasy, crumbly walking path,
stifling speed and converting the
Desire
to “make time”
into the desire to
just ease along—
Strolling, scrambling, hiking –
And watching the vast water,
Getting yourself a little dizzy with the
continuing movement.

The ocean has its life and priorities
And has no knowledge of
people's despair, joy or
unrequited hope.

Towering expanse.
Implacable,
dangerous
and lush.

Tangy breeze whips your hair
and shirt
on the way back –
At the cottage, a simple meal – fish,
or steak. Or hamburgers on the grill.
Salad, fruit.
Sherbet.
(“Sherbert,” the neighbor girl used to say.)

Evening on the porch. Books. Cigarettes.
Conversation is fine, yet Quiet is comfortable.
Soft, surface slosh,
and
Subterranean breath and roar
of
Ocean
can just – be.
Like us.

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