Ocean View

Brilliant prisms of icy white light
Pulse to the rock beat of the ocean floor.
Glossy turquoise mountains glide and froth,
While their foam bubbles stick and cling
To the meandering lines of the seemingly endless shore.

The sherbet clad brown, red, and white bodies of children
Run and jump after thin wisps of  foam and spray.
Others dig diligently down into the warm,and inviting
Draw of the mounds of shimmering sand all day.
Their play is the stuff future reality is made of.
They are swimmers, architects, and explorers in training.
Their dreams are limitless, wanting to do what they love.

For me it is enough to prowl like a seagull watching the waves glide.
My thoughts wiped clean by the gritty wind and roaring tides,
Soaring like stunt kites on the dizzying heat swells.
My feathers sun bleached and misted with salty, foamy spray.
Here all choices are possible, and life can begin again I pray.

Here all things are rolled, smoothed, ground and polished,
And when finished are released by the tide as treasures on the beach.
Some things like memories are buried so deeply
They seem to be just out of reach,
But with the give and take of the endless tides
They are revealed in all their sometimes garish splendor
To tantalize the mind of the vigilant discerning eyes.

Ah, to be as a child at the sea
And live in life eternally!