Beyond The Sea

Hey world, here's my most recent poem, 'Beyond The Sea', which I wrote on January sixth.

I went to the beach, and sat down on the hard stones and shells,
Watching the deep, scarred skin of the ocean, constantly shift
From form to form,
Thinking.

Someone told me once the ocean could tell us things if we listened hard enough.
Though that was long ago, I sit and listen.
The ragged breath of the tide repeats itself,
Rhythmically clawing it’s way up the sand with desperate fingers,
The seaweed chariots drawn by white foamy horses
Ride the surf before turning around and continuing the race back out to sea.
The salty air is a physical thing, a rough, cool hand tousling my hair.
I pick up a stone, smoothed by the ocean’s touch.
The gulls wheel above, and cry out their songs of woe.
So I gaze out at the stormy waters,
Thinking of times long
Long ago.

-A. Heezen