Poetry

Hello,
I am sharing a poem I wrote yesterday while Isaac's feeder bands wrought a bit of havoc on the east coast of Florida.  The need to visit the beach and see the ocean was strong. Later upon returning home I wrote this poem. As a child my dad often took me out on stormy days, it was our time, our moments to share the delight of nature.

OCEAN WHISPERS
by Shashana August 27^th 2012

The ocean whispered in my ear,

Come visit me, I am majestic today,

My waves are rising like mini skyscrapers,

My whitecaps trying to touch the dark grey sky

I hear the whispers and respond, I am coming,

The drive to the ocean a short one,

Isaac teasing the most mundane things with his gusts of wind,

I stop for a light, to my right, a black dumpster door performs for me

Each burst of wind lifting it, twisting it and then dropping it softly

On this grey day, life is wet, with winds and rain dancing

On the empty roads and only those loving a storm venture out

The beach parking lot has only a few cars,

Three or four people on the deck,  survey the beach;

Surfers probably, I wonder why they aren’t surfing,

I notice a dark blue object near the breaking waves,

A county employee comes to investigate,

Walking slowly and cautiously not sure what it might be,

He returns to say it was a boat that must have carried immigrants,

The coast guard markings let him know, they know,

I decide to get a closer look and walk down the ramp,

Taking off my shoes, wanting to feel the sand under my feet,

The velocity of the wind makes the sand feel like tiny pins hitting my leg

Quickly I walk back, I understand those staying on the board walk.

I breathe deeply and remember times in my childhood

Years ago, I would seek her, get comfort from her,

Feel her spraying my face with salt water,

Visiting storms, part of me and my dad’s adventures

I smile, I am happy the beach whispered for me to visit,

Or maybe it was Dad wanting to remember our special times,

I walk back to the car, but on my way I see a mermaid, it is beautiful

It adorns the wall of the rest rooms and I smile

My visit like so much else in life is about listening to your inner voice

Following your heart and receiving gifts far beyond the ordinary.