COMING TOGETHER

A flashback to younger days.

Feeling cold wind against my face, moving with intention, still mindful of the beauty around me, I press on.  Bare toes claw against dew moistened soil. Essence of light braking on far horizon.  Jagged silhouettes of ancient redwoods, greening blush of fields birthing before my eyes.  Inhaling distant scents, anticipation growing in belly.  Drawn on, like ancient sailor beguiled by invisible maidens.

 

Mirroring tranquil reflections of coming dawn, a pond before me, eyes bathed in splendor.  Stirring ducks majestically glide over hazy mist covered glass. Muffled honking, first sound to pierce silence of day’s creation.  My mind wanders to awakened dreams of other times.  Far off sounds play muted chorus, while strengthening aromas fill the air.  Like steel to magnet I’m carried on.

 

At last reach bend of trail, there the grand Pacific, its surface a symphony of blue hues edged in lacey white.  Pace quickens, as feet press not earth, but sand.  Sounds of distant ocean intensifying in my ears, will this be the day when gods come together as one?

 

Beach blocked from view by sandstone marvels sculpted by divine artistry. I come around the last of the obstacles, before me a churning marvel of nature’s blessings.  Never seen monsters so massive, swallowing hard like knight confronting enraged dragon.  Titan's in perfect form, and so the breath of sky.  Primeval emotion welling up inside, eroding courage.

 

Moments pass; composing myself, having caged the beast.  Looking over sea, slight chill radiating through me.   An urge deep inside, I contemplate turning back, walking away.  Something holds me. I take deep breath of salty air. Knowing I was born for this; I grab my board and paddle into the massive waves.  The gods have come together. 

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

a peak experience...well done

[emmajoy]

OH MY! This is a new venture for you .. a prose-poem and beautiful. There are such fine phrases in this .. almost too many to mention but ..

'Essence of light braking on far horizon. Jagged silhouettes of ancient redwoods, greening blush of fields birthing before my eyes.'

'.. the grand Pacific, its surface a symphony of blue hues edged in lacey white.'

'Titans perfect form, and so the breath of sky. Primeval emotion welling up inside, eroding courage.'

Truly do think you should write more f this genre. Bravo and more!