Hello
By Margie Kean
Here I am, back again
And thoughts of you start flooding in,
I like reliving that special day
When, exhausted from the pounding waves
We stretched out on our blanket, warm sun poring over us
We drank it in
Salt water drip-dried on our skin
Leaving a fine silvery sheen
That I tasted on your neck, your lips,
You kissed it off my fingertips
While together we watched the surf run in.
Lace edged foam caressed the sand,
Stroked our feet, would touch, recede,
We felt the ocean’s stirring begin,
Swelling, diminishing, swelling again,
Building a wave that grew higher, high
Seeming to block out sun and sky
Until reaching its crest it hung there frozen
For one exquisite moment then
Crashed down, and with breath taking force
In frenzied abandon rushed to shore
Spritzers of foam, pushed ahead by the roller
Spent at last, ran slow slower
Fragmented sun sparkles bounced off the spray,
Danced on our eye lids that sweet summer day!
Together we watched the surf, then laughing, running,
Feet spanking sand
We threw ourselves on the breaking waves
Bathed in the drowning sun’s final rays,
Promising we’d come back again
Was the end beginning then?
I still come back
How many years? I lose track
But mingled ashes, sand and sea
I feel you washing over me
And when the surf runs in
And nibbles my toes
I know it’s you,
Hello
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