I'm afraid of the ocean
My eyes are black and beady and there’s no depth at least not at the first impression so I always thought you had a unique ability to look into the soul since the eyes are the windows to the soul because into my soul is the only place you would see a color that I never wear and an image of a place I never go because I’m afraid of its contents similar to how I was afraid for you to see me for th...
The Drowned Scream
I watched my father wading in the water with the exploratory children out for their latest summer adventure. I wish I had their grace and ambition. He crouched, locked in a ready position. The children modeled his pose. Then they took a collective, rapturous plunge into the depths of the Red Sea. The children screamed as the waves conquered their sweaty torsos and sandy hair. The depths of thos...
Tale of the dying sea
heat waves crash ferociously,beach caves, here I am!amongst all grains of sand,sacrificing to the glow.Make me glow like you!When I get homeall of my friends are gonna be there,peering at my shining skinof bronze andcrystals glittering,that the sea has stuck upon it andingrained within.An armor and a bruisewe sink into one anotherlike water fills up the brittle land.I invade it with my naked fe...
Seashore
Salty vividness calls from its underbelly;jets of flotsam force their personalityto the shore. Unravelling…Unfettered. An expression of purity. Blue tinged skies cry of possibility:an empire too out of reach to emerge –an illusionary temptress. Clouds skip, dance to slow-winding jigsaround its exposed epicentre:a sanctuary of worship. Sand filters through my mindlike conscious intimations;the...
Longing
Crossing the bridge she leans outover the railing, listensto the cars below swishingthrough the tunnel.In, and out.In, and out.Eyes closed,she hears the breathless whoosh of wavescrashing in to the Rackwick shore,riffling the stones, disturbing the shingle.In, and out.In, and out.Eyes openshe sees a city seagull dipping,using the lift of the motorway breezeto search the human sea for sustenance...
Seeing
The sea reminded me not to see / but to breathe the swell / take in water as air / and waves as sand / to stand and know the / shape of shells by foot / not heart or hand / and learn to live anew / in every sense.
Flying Fish
I.To them the sky is as blue as the world from which they came:the flying fish, failing to wing the zephyrs that push the wavestoward the shore, reach and reach again in schools of finlikeeagerness to the light above, to the moment where the waterand wind end and meet like age-old comrades equally confusedbecause they are only fish—with wings, it seems—but whocan blame them for trying to be lik...
Swimming
There’s a place down by the coastThe road is narrow and windy,and for much of the drive you wonderis it going to be the last one?But when you get there, you seea goat, chewing grass by the side of the mountaingiant pebbles, whiter than lightAnd the sea, reflecting the sunrays and smell of thymeI jump in, and my body criesEvery thought washes away, back to the shoreback to the other pebbles, sof...
At Sea!
I’ve sailed on seas in all it’s different guises,There were mill pond calm East African waters, With bare an inch of movement andWhence the flying fishes performedTheir acrobatic feats for me alone.Above us the most astounding and outstanding Crimson, golden hues that take sunsetsTo another point, another time, an experienceNever to be displayed for me again.As far from that idyllic scene as it...
