The Shore As She
by
The sand softens - shifts - against
my sole's step,
as She and I stroll the shore.
We shared this beach, She and I.
Caught happiness on crests of waves;
in sun rays, sought tans and solace.
These sea swept shores of fresh
starts and clean slates
served hope in times of sadness.
Softly, the sand shifts
Beneath my sole;
impressed steps, stilled.
I squat beside the sea
to coax, with gritty hands,
the sand to shape a castle.
A step away, I spy
a sand dollar, and
scramble to snatch it.
The waves swallows the shell
and smashes it beneath its crest,
scattering shrapnel between my toes
So, too, the crashing wave storms;
collapsing the sovereign castle to a
sandy shadow of itself
My steps fill with saltwater.
The history upon the sand
- erased. No trace.
Shell seekers shuffle
past
remnants of spire, shell and self.
Unwanted. Unvalued. Unmemorable.
The foe - the relentless certainty
of waves - show no remorse
as I see the shore as She.
Fresh starts no more,
The sea's sweep is savage
Scattering, collapsing, erasing Her.
She is the sand
of sea swept mornings,
unsure of what survives
Sunrise. Her reflection. She stares
At herself? Or at Her shell?
In soft blue eyes, uncertainty swells
Unsure of all that seems,
washing her face, silently,
She
feels the shift of her soul
Silent, hushed, family pass: spurn Her,
seeking no shell, feel no shift. Stroll on,
as disease and time sweep Her away
Subdued and shaken,
sundered and still,
for someone, She feels.
Steady - or straining - I am there
To share the sojourn on the shore
Too soon shortened by slipping cells.
Still shots inside my mind
Of her Light and love and
lingering laugh
She and I, laced fingers,
stroll the shore.
And I see the sand and sea and She
Shift. Slip. Smash.
Suffer. Snatch. Succumb.
Be Stilled. Be scattered. Be shunned.
Tonight, in sleep, while the tide sweeps,
With shallow breaths, She & I weep
for tomorrow's empty shore.