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A Fable Ending in the Sound of the Ocean

Every day as the sun rose

the sand sparkled like broken glass and salt

 

The ocean saw how the sand sparkled

and collapsed on top of it

A steady hush and hiss with every attempt

No one ever wondered why the ocean sounded like that

Like a fatigued Darth Vader

 

The ocean was sick

The ocean felt lonely

It is hard to have a body that big

to ever feel full

 

One day people came to swim

They did not swim like the animals did

The animals swam naturally

No one ever notices the way their own blood

pumps inside their veins

so much that they are happy being alive

 

The people splashed awkward

Stood sometimes letting their toes

graze the sea floor

This made the sea happy

But the people who were not of the sea

grew tired

and started for the sand

 

The sea became upset that they were leaving

and created a wave so big

it pulled the people back inside of it

A crash that sounded like lung cancer

A heave skipping the heart a beat

One that begs for any kind of breath

 

The ocean felt the people splashing hard

Fighting for land

It felt good

 

Eventually

They slowed

Gave up

And drowned

 

The ocean was lonely again

 

It calmly wheezed

at the shiny sand

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Written by
jon-tobias
American
Published
Oct 31, 2012
Lines·Words
40·220
Notes

This was originally a story I made up to tell children in sign language. I feel I have been full of something lately, but I haven't quite pulled it out of me yet.

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