The steady throbbing beat of the surf,
the rushing roar followed by the crash,
metronomic symphony of water
meeting the sand of the beach.

Dreams, memories, hopes,
and calls for help,
and sentiments of love,
ride the rhythmic waves.

Penned words on white paper,
stuffed and corked in glass bottles,
wash upon the granules of silicate
causing a scratching and hissing sound.

The pop of the cork as the bottle opens,
70 years afloat in the doldrums of the sea,
eventually deposited here on the Texas coast,
tears roll down my eyes, as I read.