BEACH SCENE 1970.

A BOY AND GIRL ON A MEDITERRANEAN BEACH IN 1970

We made out on the beach;
in sand dunes,
not far from
the Mediterranean's reach.

After we lay
looking up
at the moon
and stars,
listening to
the sea's rush
on the sand
and a guitar
and singing
from the camp base party.

Wasn't it Pascal
who said infinite spaces
frightened him?
Miriam said.

Not fear
as we mean fear,
more an awe
at the infinity
of it all;
the stars and such,
I said.

Is kind of awesome;
makes you feel
kind of insignificant
in comparison.

That's what Pascal felt,
I think.

She put her hands
behind her head;
looked around her.

I wonder
if there is
a God?

Wonder is all
we can do;
either we think
He's there
or we don't;
no proof
either way.

She turned
and stared at me;
her hands still
cupping her head.

You won't tell anyone
what we did?
she said.

Of course not,
just us and ours.

She smiled;
unleashed her hands
and put a hand
on my shoulder.

It wasn't planned;
kind of spontaneous.

Yes, like buds
opening in Spring;
like day follows night.

She smiled again.

First time
I’ve had sex
on the sand.

I ran a hand
over her butt,
skimpy shorts,
warmth there.

A sound of music
from base camp
hung in the air.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

I remember the first time my feet hit the beach here, in California. I was delerious with awe...the sound of the waves crashing, the fire pits dotting the shore line.

This is your forte, Terry. The brevity of your lines make it easy to follow, and worth it to read!

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Kelly. They say the past is a foreign country. My past is a fruitful harvest to pick memories from.