I often spend time at the beach, reading and/or writing. I wrote the poem below in February 2018 whilst enjoying the sunset during another session of deep contemplation.
She the Ocean
Roar she goes up the sand embankment
Mischievous and inviting at the same time
Her waves curl, pushing through the scary
She has seen enough skin for one day
I like her juices, her tides her wrinkles
Big toes bury themselves under the blanket of the sea
Urgency does not matter here
She welcomes those who circle back
Plenty of glass to polish those who teeter too far
Walk by and listen to the sound of her careless wind
Her breath covers our lashes with salt
The taste leaves us hungry for more
Inside she lectures no one
We are all monumental nobodies
She is open, varied and free of discrimination
I like her jewelry
She accessorizes well
She will allow a modern float to enhance recreation or to save those who try
Dead wood, empty shells and porous gemstones land from shore to garden overnight
I like souvenirs
Look straight into the sun as it sets across her breasts
She feels the pain beside us
Our blindness gives her strength
We may not let it go