There was a time on the beach
When I cradled the pale granules
My eyes probed at the crumbs
And audited them blank spaced
As I sat on the shore’s lap
So much so I burrowed a hole in the sand
To bury the agony I lodged
Along with the icy wind at night.
The sea surveyed the tourists around
And the wind exhaled to me ‘Come, bathe with the sea.’
Under the star less
Moonless dark sky
I made love with the cold yet alluring sea
With the old as time light house from afar, the bleaching lights beyond and the envious little boats as our only eyes; our witnesses
To this maddening, impassioned and intense subservience.
Thoughts of you crept into my old-fashioned heart; I felt betrayed.
I reckoned I found your remnants unwelcoming in my so cold ‘mayday hour.’
Yet again the same thoughts of you had let me live.
and I wished
With all these senseless objectivity and rationalization
You could picture me being one significant dot in your life filled with stars and constellation
I knew you never wished upon a star.