It's depth scares me so. And I know this fear well. Crashing upon this shore. Surging forth with power beyond this creature's reckoning. The thunderous collision of it's strength. Beautiful? Yes with beauty. Moving about with clever grace and mystery.
I feel the ocean.
I feel the ocean but I can't touch it. Salty drips of liquid mockery collide with my face as if to pronounce, though I may feel its breath, I may not swim in its place in this world.
You are there and I am here. Why these tethers? Why not the handshack of our bodies? You splashing, me running. Jumping at the drum of my bare feet on your shores. The pounding of my heart beat, the thundering of your liquid applause. A union of bodies - your's massive, mine oh so small.
And I hear the ocean.
I hear the ocean but I see mountains before me. Insurmountable I called them once and call them still. Menacing they claim to be. And I know it well. I cannot climb their snow caped crowns.
And to my knees I falter. Ocean come to me! I hear, I see - no I feel you. I know you're there. Come to me I cry. For this ridge I cannot tame, this peak I've failed to conquer. Is this fate now mine? This legacy, the collision of faltered hopes and failed dreams.
For you are there and I am here and I fear that never shall the two meet.
2 comments:
you’re quite the creative writer, it's lively, allowing us to feel with you, breathing in the salty air...i like it.
whether it's the literal ocean you long for, or something more, i'm sure you will have it, the desires satisfied one day. and then the hard to satisfy will be unsettled once again, and you'll return to the, at times disheartening, at other times adventurous, mostly beautiful journey.
(that may have all just come from the part of me that tends to over analyze...sorry...)
When toeing the line of overly-thinking and under-evaluating I think I would rather error on the former than the latter. Agreed?
While hope is a requirement for living a full life, the thought of unanswered hope is terrifying indeed.
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