Geology 101A Poem by BeregondJenner, CA –2009 I remember it like it was yesterday, your damp hair flapping against the cold steel of the car door, your poise firm and observant, as you stand and take pictures of the surf. The waves crash into one another and melt, and give up form in crashing, still opposing, but becoming one. Funny, the pictures say it was cloudy that day, but my mind has a special periscope for such occasions, one in which the sun shines tactfully bright, in which my mixtape plays without a hitch, the notes proceeding and receeding with the waves of our longing, in which you smile, and uncork the bubbly, smiling, pouring me, happy, a glass, and through which your smile is not hesitant, not cloaking your somber dread of what could prove to rip tide me and leave me lost at sea. Some of this is feigned of course, for True healthy minds must self-cleanse, Their memories a constant ebb and flow, In and ever out and in, working and reworking their neverending cavities of space, once and once again. I cling to you and say, “It is solid rock.” Between the hard place I have left for you to go, and the time we make our way back down the 101 to home, you hold me back, and watch the trees along the cliff face, and the waves crashing, going slowly south. Some of this is feigned, of course, Your smiling then, and shushing my hesitation, and drinking another glass, brim full, and pressing our swelled chests together, and saying, “These are solid.” But some, some of this I know Lives beyond my mind, forever Etched in the record book of Time, your eyes as you regard the trees, my trembling hand projecting my shuddering heartbeat out to you, the sweetness of the wine, and the dew on the steel, and the way the waves rock back and forth, with us, time and time again, slowly eroding that sand, that solid rock.
© 2009 BeregondAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on October 28, 2009 Last Updated on October 28, 2009 AuthorBeregondSacramento, CAAboutI'm an English major and aspiring writer out of Northern California. Besides writing, I like reading, learning, nature, fitness, drinking, and exploring the experiences in this world I've never had. .. more..Writing
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