Water

This poem was written after my dad passed away and is meant to be read after my poem titled "Sand." The two poems are meant to reflect on the life and death found in the ocean.

Water

 

It is steel blue

Like thoughtful eyes.

Alive and rhythmic.

It is predictable, comforting,

Endless: worthy of praise.

Forward and back.

Contract and relax.

It passes through my fingers

Not wanting to be taken or damaged,

Coming together again when I lift the tips away.

A wave crashes on my chest

But my feet are deep in the sand.

And so I stay still.

Like a reed: waving but firm.

There is sand in the water.

But they don’t know each other.

The water lifts it,

Lets it float and dance.

And my eyes catch specks of gold.

There is sand in the water,

Though, I can’t feel it.

I am too refreshed.

Too wet.

But when the water dries

My kneecaps are freckled. 

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chuckling here.. freckles of sand.. yep.. I know them well.. I live where the side walk ends.. I can show you the last stretch of broaken concrete before it drops away to the shore..