“The sea she calls me
like a childhood friend,
a recurring dream from another time,
a novel you never quite finished
but know the ending by heart.
Come dance in my white waves
Like the distant sailboat off the far horizon.
Walk barefoot in the sand,
Through the rocks
I rearranged so carefully for you in the night, she says.
All through the night, as the moon is full,
she roars like a hungry lion,
no one can ever tame.
A lost child looking to be nurtured.
A hungry ghost looking for its next fix.
We plug our ears,
trying to escape her self inflicted pain.
Hoping it doesn’t secretly enter our dream state.
In the morning, she sparkles with the sun as she smiles and delivers her gifts.
“See I told you, I’d be back,” she echoes.
Pieces of colorful boats, that never made it safely home
she displays like Easter eggs for us to find.
barnacled like ancient whales,
blue as the azul sea,
are her favorite gifts as of late.
When her tide is low she quietly hums like the sweet north wind
that carries the fragrant smells across the water.
“Play here” she whispers.
We settle nicely
on our backs
the curves of the rock
caressing our soul.
Slowly she gets closer,
louder with each wave
Until her roar is again at our feet
We know it’s time to go.
As night falls,
the sky turns to black
The bats circle overhead ⭕️ like a vortex
We hear her in the distance.
“Tomorrow will be even better than today,”
she repeats over,
Until the crickets and frogs
orchestrate their song
deep into the night.”