Time itself
Replaced
By the cadence
Of the surf
Kissing the shoreline
The
Midday sand
Feels like
A favourite
Pair of slippers
Hugging
The soles
of
My feet
Etched
Across the miles
of
Velvety beach
Geometric patterns
Carved with
Intricate precision
Providing
My
Too oft shoe-clad
Feet
A contoured
and
Textured
Surface
That is
Delightfully unfamiliar
What then
Of
Felled timbers washed ashore
During
Past Winter's tempests?
Just logs you say!!
Nay... Nay!!
Bridges!
A complex weave
Laid to span
The entire shoreline
But only
For the most
Adept feet
Balance, endurance
Flexibility, Ingenuity
Not an activity
For the
Faint of heart
For
What should happen
If you lose
Your balance
And come off
Unexpectedly??
I regret
To inform you
You are
Then to be consumed
By lava pits
That are
The heat
of
One thousand suns
If it is
Any reassurance
I have suffered
This fate
On numerous occasions...
I suggest
Ensuring
That you
Make yourself
Right
With
Poseidon
Before embarking
I myself
Have been
Granted
My fair share
Of Do overs..
Oh
By the way
Don't even
Bother going
To the shore
If you
Haven't allowed
Ample time
To explore
The many tide pools
Each is a universe unto itself!!!
The more
Closely one looks
The more
Previously thought
Inanimate objects
Pulse with
the life
Of the Creator
A perfect
Wee system
Of
Symbiotic existence
Utilizing
Divinely ordained
Proportions
of
Sand and Salt water
Energized
By the sun
To weave
A web
of life
Unlike
Any
You will
Find
Anywhere else!
Of course
No trip
To
The seaside
Would be complete
Without
A thorough
Treasure hunt!!
Patience
And
A keen eye
Will yield
The
Perfect stone!
Scoff
If you will..
Yes
There are
Countless
"Pebbles on the beach"
There is also
One...
That
Has been
Selected
For you
You
Must be willing
To spend
Ample time
On your quest
Don't
Just look
With your
Eyes...
Listen
(the beach is alive)
It will
Lead you
Right to it!!
Don't
Be alarmed
When the shell
You fancy
Runs away
And
Do keep
In mind
You are
A visitor
In a thriving
Seaside metropolis
Much
Is to be said
About
Taking pictures
and
Leaving footprints
Remembering
That "souvenir"
Might be somebody's
Home
Don't forget
To offer
A fond
Wave
To those
Trickster's
The clams
"No intelligent life?"
(you say)
How do you
Suppose..
That they
Know just
Exactly
When to
Spout
Their wee
Geyser
Straight up
Your pant leg?
(a sensual delight0
If
Good fortune
Smiles
Upon you
You will
Remain
At the seashore
Long enough
To
Witness
The pageantry
Of
The setting sun
Never
The same show
Twice
Absolutely
Breath-taking!!
Watch
As geese
Fly in formation
Across crimson skies
Eagles, ravens & crows
Vie for
The optimal
Tree top balcony seating
A delicious
Silence
Envelopes
The
Coastal expanse
Cueing
A lone heron
To
Wade
Through
The surf
Where
It
Will strike
A vigilant
&
Magnificently
Patient pose
Awaiting
A
Moonlit
Dinner
R. O'Neill (August 02, 2020)
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