Sea Chase

I wrote this while I was walking on the beach

Striding aimlessly

Tirelessly

Sore feet soothed by the soft caress of the damp sand

Blue at my side and blue above me

Cloudless

Wavelengths away is a foreign shore,

where my tired feet have never crossed.

The ocean beckons me;

casually lapping the surface of the land.

My soul

Begging me to enter, to travel

Deeper, it begs me to traverse.

Stronger, the current pulls me in.

Faster, the tug at my body.

Less, the resistance I have.

The calm, inviting friend turns foreboding

Angry

It does not want me to leave;

it holds fast to my limbs as I struggle to the shore.

I am breathless...I have won.

I glance at the ocean once more as it speaks of calm invitation.

I am drawn to chase the sea.

Author's Note

I don't know what's happening with the punctuation

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Very well done, I'll say. There are powerful forces at work in such a locale. Water, in general has some special relationship with us humans, and oceans are the most potent of all. With twenty years in the Navy, I have a little experience with extremely large bodies of salt water.