thoughts - sitting at the beach

before you can reach the soft fine sand that relaxes beneath the waves 

you have to

climb over the rocks that sit heavy

on the edges of the shore.

some of you will scrape yourselves on the barnacles.

others will hop from one obstacle to another, getting by without a scar.

few will wait for the tide to go out and walk in easily over the harsh defenses,

sink their toes into the mushy floor

patient and untouched. 

 

everyone can make it to the soft sand,

but no one can swim against the current

waving in the wind

pushing an entire ocean in and out

without a thought for you. 

 

Reviews

[Island Hippy]

Aloha Abby, as a person who feels great kinship with the sea I enjoyed this. Following your thoughts. There is a lovely mood of acceptance in your words. Izzy

[Abby]

Thanks Izzy! I love the "mood of acceptance" you mentioned . . true to my feelings about this piece and the ocean.

[Island Hippy]

That is lovely to know.

You're welcome.