Counting Waves

One of those moments in my life I will never forget

Drops of cool sea on bare skin and the dark blackness of night sky, the roaring of crashes and subtle but omnipresent light are all that I feel out here. Out here, we keep time counting waves, not seconds. And, though we solve no mysteries and find no truths, you and I realize that even the sand and cliffs and rocks breathe more, live more, exist more than we do. "Take a picture of it all," you say, so I hold my breath, we hold the camera, and time stands.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. I lived in Monterey for three years. The ocean taught me how small I was. I enjoyed the description and thoughts. Took me to good and beautiful missed places. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Alexandria Harris]

love it! I closed my eyes and felt the sea and then had to read it over again just so that I could have the feeling again.

[Dream Angel]

I love the concept and only take in this peice as brilliant and insightful