Playing in the Sand

….a love story, poem 1

PLAYING IN THE SAND

On a cloudy Sunday morn we walked the empty beach hand in hand, playing tag with grayish waves and laughing at the way salt air mingled with October blown, and tangled hair. I was fascinated by you, even then, as you danced ahead, turned inviting me to taste the space where you had just been. An early October Sunday morn, the water still warm enough to take a swim, to feel Gulf stream mysteries against our skin. We lost track of time in each others jazzy scent. Or did time lose us, maybe slipping into a moment? It was as if we warped around a crazy Nina Simone heart beat when suddenly we came upon the hidden cove. Over hanging trees gave some shade as a late rising sun laid naked the calmness of the waters blue. While the motion of the waves sliding smoothly across the shore sounded like swishing notes of Ninas blues. It took away our breath and I remember well standing next to you never wanting to leave. Not sure what happened next it seems still as more a dream. From the other side of the cove they came, two playful Gray Wolves racing, chasing, barking at the advancing, then retreating waves. Seeing them was magic, even more was the smile on your face. And then, you were off running and leaped into their games as if you belonged there all along as if they were long lost friends as if you were somehow even more alive as if I know it’s how I first knew I loved you, the creamy texture of your deep Mahogany skin, the beauty of being a natural child, free, uninhibited, human wild. And the wolves, one totally black the other, mixed gray and white, with black around the ears and eyes. The black one must have been male cause after a bit came to sit by me almost as if he were saying, They are beautiful, dontcha think?   Not sure how long it was before I awoke, laying peacefully on the beach alone. Was it just a dream? I could see wolf and human foot-prints next to where I laid and yet where had you gone? The feeling of mystery and being alive with wonder was tucked deeply inside next to my heart as I walked back the way we had come. I saw the note as I opened the car door. You said, Redzone, thank you for helping me find the dream cove place where I live with my wolf friends again. Once we lived many in these parts roaming, alive, raising family. Once, this was a beautiful place. Perhaps, if you want, you could find me someday, you know where to look. I could only laugh at her joy written in heart beats of Nina Simone calling my name and inviting this poem. She signed it with her paw print and the scent of salt air and sand wrapped around a picture of us walking hand in hand enjoying each other in a smile. 8.2.03

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Lea Sheryn]

This reminds me of the place where I grew up. It was a summer resort town on the shore. We, my best friend and I, would walk our dogs on the beach in the fall. The feel of the cool autumn breezes and the sting of the salt sea water awakened in us feeling of delight and early love. Thank you for the memory.

[barleygirl]

Truly one of the best love poems I've ever read. I was so entranced thru this. Love the dynamic way you show the scene, the interactions, the feelings. Love how you mix up your delivery, changing from pleading to questioning to repeating to describing, all keeping your words so compelling. I love how we're left not knowing for sure how this scene actually manifested, but it could be a number of possibilities that you suggest (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie