Today is a poem
Waiting to be written
Silver glints off
Wind brushed seas
White spray over wet jetty rocks
First sunny September day
First Friday since school began
A tattooed man with cigar in hand stands rubbing his love’s ankle as she sits upon the sea wall looking toward the ocean
A family plays at the water’s edge – little girl squeals, mom holds a plastic yellow shovel. Dad nearby, walks out to the rocks.
The flag gently blows toward the sea, white fluffy clouds paint the sky
Gulls nestled into the ruts of the sand
A coast guard helicopter scans the coast
People come and people go
The outline of my shadow sits on the page
Toes buried beneath the cool sand
Waves crash behind me
A grey and white seagull walks close by – close enough to see the human in his eye
People tucked close to the seawall seeking a barrier from earlier wind
Two ladies stand hands on their hips facing one another feet in the water
A good breeze blows the hot off my back
The reflection of me stares back from the rounded end of the beach chair, tan and blue, peace and tranquil
The urge to sink my head into the blanket – squishing the sand beneath
Red isn’t a summer color
Stolen escape
Two bridesmaids walking down the street purple dresses hiked slightly at the waist
Grasshopper on the beach, so near the crash of waves, seeking solace up my leg clinging to my soft cotton dress, green legs bracing fabric trapped between
The cold water leaves my skin, a memory, a splash
Bus 16 dieseling by, middle school drop offs, elementary next, time at beach drawing near, soon – snack and backpacks and how was your day
Before – the Island Queen passing through the Sound – the only keeper of time
Steam Ship Authority – time once again must be counted.
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