Reflections of me

My tired feet are finding roots again

Beach sand welcomes my soul

It’s low tide out there

But high tide in my heart

While my toes wiggle with delight

And squeeze those stubborn grains of sand

Somewhere deep within me

I find a few resurrected memories

Pushing and resisting against the passage of time

The smell of salt

And freshly-caught fish

Linger in the air like a welcome fog

I breathe it in

The lungs of my soul are rejuvenated

The lonesome cry of a seagull

Helps a stubborn thought

To shake off its rigor mortis

And like Frankenstein

It slowly comes back to life

Thoughts, memories, smiles, cries,

All stitched together

With threads of new life

I look in the mirror of the sea

But there are no monsters -

Just reflections

Of me.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This poem has ME reflecting on my dad and how we used to fish together, and have long talks deep into the night...He passed in 2017...but so many things I do reflect him...and make me feel closer to him.
This poem does that for me as well..."He's alive, he's alive" as Colin Clive would have said in the original Frankenstein of 1931....
thank you for this poem, Sleepless.

j.

[Pax]

There's something into the deep sea when you look at it, far beyond its depth we reminisce the monster we kept inside then just let it out swimming in our thoughts as we live on... Good one my friend.

[gabrielle]

This piece makes me imagine being on the beach. Truly, we need to take a rest to reflect, to revive our tired soul.