March 3, 2019
(While in Florida once again, I was reminded of the primordial attraction to the sea as I walked the beautiful beaches. It inspired this poem.)
Salt Water Metamorphosis
Let ocean and me hang-out, meeting at the nearest shoreline, and
Soon swells my allegiance . . .
To the seagull's soleful cry; the crunch of sand;
the balmy breezes; the salty, swarthy air –
Pregnant with mystery of exotic scents.
I saunter on the beach,
Masquerading as a wistful visitor; and
Dabbling in the assorted businesses of the seaside.
Soon, my sore soul yearns to awaken;
My weary spirit rejuvenating, as
Ancient recollections cluster on the fringes of my awareness.
And in time, the gravitas of earth underfoot
Gives way to watery weightlessness of my merger with sea;
As my arched body collapses into the blue-green, liquid morass
Remembering the exit, from it, of my ancient ancestors many eons ago.
