I have been to the beach a lot so far this summer and I always remember having a big fear of going too far out into the ocean or being sucked under, more often as an adult than a child. I find myself being a little more trusting but still cautious that I don’t get sucked up in some current and end up somewhere on a beach in North Carolina (or maybe I do, a lot of people go there for luxurious vacations and I am usually over here like GIVE ME CARNY BEACH!).
Anyways, I have not gotten a lot of sleep. I plan on writing a proper post tomorrow. So in the meantime, please enjoy this little project I gave myself to write about the ocean, how terrifying and awesome it is, and use big and fancy words in a lost Renaissance poetic art form. Hashtag nerd. See you tomorrow, kids. This mamasauras’s eyes are burnin’.
You speak one language that only gods can pick apart.
Your dance has a fierceness beyond any words you could speak.
The fear has soaked itself inside my beating heart.
Standing on your edge, my knees are left rather weak.
With the taste of a fine pink wine you are no longer too cold,
and I am unable to see the overwhelming vastness of you.
You become so calm and inviting, and I become so bold
that I no longer stop myself from plunging through.
It is in your embrace that reality weighs on my chest.
Your feral nature needs no words and I begin clawing at the sand.
As you repeatedly fold me in, it is clear my choice was not best.
I grab at each wave, expecting each to be a hand.
How full of life but how alone you seem to be,
the mysterious and awe-inspiring force of the sea.