Spray

This is the piece that has made me come to realize that I need to travel more...even if just for a day!

“Spray”

The water’s different here
Greater somehow
Ever-rolling
Cresting larger with each break
Cold and abandoned
A child starved of attention
Beating upon the leg of its mother
Seeking nothing more than acknowledgement
That which nourished
Will grow to respect.

The sand is different here
Grainy and rough
Like attitudes and countless heads
Bowed
Attempting to fight the elements
As they mist my specs
And a dense fog
Soiled and gray rolls in
Stealing the horizon;

The peace?
The same
As sounds of infinity come
Again and again
Between the shrill of gulls
Temporarily grounded
And the sporadic pounding
Of the boardwalk
As someone walks or runs by
At peace
In the stealing gray
And the infinite footprints
Waiting for cresting waves
To sweep them away
Out of acknowledgement
Of the revolution of fate.
©2009carencecbess