Sunday, October 21, 2018

Beachgoers at Corona del Mar

The let go
       of the crystal,
The weight is too great
        to create space to hold
What needs to be,
        and what isn't.

The faces, each one of them, cries
        for justice to be fixed
In a world where boundaries
        don't exist
Except as breached frontiers;
         why do we care so little of
         our own needs
That we'd balance those of others?

He stares hard at the ocean
While the chaos of the beach
          flaps its restless fetters,
As if other people
          don't exist,
And the silver is the only thing
          that's real.

Another escapes
          down the crags of coast
Where the glossy mountains
          crash
To approximate the grace
          of solitary gulls,
Themselves escaped,
          from what they eye
Without a feeling
          of real safety,
The urge for oneness
          with everything
          on the other side.

One can hear the voices
          pleading to connect
Erased by the whisperings
          of surf.
The voices say
          "follow me, for once,"
But the sea replies "I lead,
          and you follow,"
As if that always will be
          destiny.