time to go to sea

Sandside I slump, on shelled shore, sun screened and sipping soda, unaware of rising tide.
The waves lap my feet, childish, childlike.
I settle into my shallow rock pool.
It’s pretty. Controlled. Tepid. You could say lukewarm.
Occasionally, mercifully, the tide refreshes it
And that unforgetting love spills in, flooding my dry sand living.

I have been playing adult-like, fun-less,
Responsibly boring the world,
Offering religion, not new life living,
Forgetting I was made to be as simple as the waves.
Missing, simply, the fathomless sea.

Words ring in my ears, in my mouth: “Try harder,” “Read, pray, do…MORE.”
Words so unrefreshing, untouched by tidal tonic,
Stale on tired, heat-stroked ears.
But your one word stroke broke yoke-rules, found parched hearts,
Mine among them.

We study the sea,
Read books, endure lectures, schedule workshops,
Then, with dry feet, speak of how nice it would be
To swim.

The tide is turning, the sea calls me in.
There are some strokes to acquire—
Backstroking forwards,
Freestyle living,
Even butterfly,
Flying.
But surely the splash and splatter of learning is better than stagnant pools or stifling sand,
Sheltered from revitalizing thrill.

Time brings tide’s pull, I splash in, all I feel is new.
I dive, delve into your effervescence, afloat in you.
Stillness and movement mingle, a sweetness of life.
A soul-craved life.
That which clothed me, masked me, left onshore—
Religious duplicity, scanty love living, safety settling.
The tide is turning now. Will you take me to the deep?
The swirls along the rocks tell me that it is
Time to go to sea.

 

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wine & mineral water

light-filled wine red, two men seated, one tense, One happy, One rough-bearded in jeans & tattered t-shirt, listening, one man suited well & full of unseen pride, speaking his mind, explaining reasons why not.

slowly, He looks down towards clean-shaven-faced suited man, where stains of gracelessness appear, his black & white suit seems gray, shabby dressed man’s face reflects deeper joy, He reaches out & turns his friends mineral water to wine…

One man speaks to one man  “join Me and love & don’t condemn, show grace & embrace people, you’re like mineral water, but i want you to be like wine, intoxicate people with love…”

to the amazement of the crowded restaurant the one man, red faced, drunk with anger, strikes the face of One man with a defiant glare.

One bearded man, watching him go, weeps unconcerned by gawking crowd uncomfortably chatting around him..

By Jon @peoplepoesia