The Sea

The sea . . . the sea:
it beckons me,
with lilting wave
and rolling tide,
it calls me leave the world aside
and bask in sun and roll in sand
then venture off the well-worn land
to find adventure in its depths
and laugh at all the world’s mess,
to make a wish,
to swim with fish,
to . . . oh.

Oh, the sea’s too far away.
I cannot visit for a day.
I cannot cast the world aside,
and dance in the non-conforming  tide.
Condolences, my weary hands,
you cannot scrub the water’s sands.
I’m sorry soul, and blistered feet,
No rush beneath the sun’s blind heat.
Oh heavy head and whitened nose,
Today there’s only this:

last summer’s mementos.

August 2, 2011

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