Somewhere in time...

April poetry month poem number twenty-four...

Somewhere in time...

I found the Pacific in 2016. The late May-days of Monterey were upon the ancient city. I wandered to the old places, I once knew. I was a stranger now in the city I loved. The books stores were gone, my hippy friends had disappeared.

I sat with Hemingway statue on the bench on the pier. I wandered in my mind to beautiful places, beautiful faces and I told the sea. Somewhere in time. I had everything I needed. Once majestic woman told me. I will love you forever. Once I suicide the Winter storms of the Pacific. I danced with the sea and she kept my safe. Now I am older and slower.

I remembered, the Monterey surfers telling me. Don't trifle with useless things. If you own everything, a heavy load to carry.

I told the rising moon. Once I was the fortunate one. I know the taste of freedom, kissed a few California gals and I knew the free people.

Now I teach my grandchildren. Be wild, be crazy. Travel, taste life and love many. Time isn't our friend. Life is to be lived.

I take off my shoes and I allow the coldness of the sea to awake my soul. I dance with the sea and the stars danced with me. I hear the kind whisper of the sea. You ain't done yet Johnnie.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Time push things behind us and us behind things.
Every day, we're getting swallowed up by age and past.
We become strangers where we were once grand.
And sooner or later, we'll disappeared and know not if we would be remembered.

This got me thinking, Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

The sad part of becoming old. We forget what we did. Hello Kay and thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Neville]

I know of no-one else who could pen such fine words as those below to conclude such a hauntingly real recollective revelation

"Now I teach my grandchildren. Be wild, be crazy. Travel, taste life and love many. Time isn't our friend. Life is to be lived.
I take off my shoes and I allow the coldness of the sea to awake my soul. I dance with the sea and the stars danced with me. I hear the kind whisper of the sea. You ain't done yet Johnnie".

I sure as hell know, I couldn't .. Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

We can do more Neville. We ain't done yet. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[John the Baptist]

As Thomas Wolfe said, you can't go home again. And you are right, time is not our friend. So live the moment to the fullest.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thomas Wolfe was right. if you are gone too long. You become a stranger. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[William Michael Reeves]

Pretty powerful line you wrote. Once I suicide the Winter storms. Wrapped up nicely with a crazy lesson. Live life!! The month is almost over.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Williams. I need a years near the sea. Thank you for reading and the comment.