Born from the Sea- Lost to the Land

 

The ocean moans in echos

Hear its apical tone

Licking the tip of your tongue

A salty sweet pugnacity

Raging among otherwise calm seas

Stretching for miles

swallowing isles with loving watery arms

reminding us that what loves us dear

will soon consume us in hastening years

as we raise from watery graves

in one somber flash of radiant light

the gentle flutter of plump lashes

turns seconds to tears

falling gently to the ample white sand

playfully rubbing between our toes

we find our land legs

coming to grips our bearings

wobbling with intent

to walk a straight path again

Time quickens on barren hills

we look upon the sea we used to know so well

our eyes have become strange to its swelling tides

the waves shape formidable arms

rolling thunderous hands

and it’s reaching fingers-

ripples of affection rushing over the shore line

stretching so jadedly to the sandy edge

gently nudging our feet

with what little might they have left

wrapping desperately around our ankles

beckoning us back again

but we have strayed

to the sturdiness of land

turning our back

to our sea’s loving cries

we have lost sight of our purpose

and  so   our  selves.