At the Shore on a Beautiful Day the Ocean Delivers
The salty sky,
ocean polished sand,
and crashing waves,
take me from stress.
I sink down into the sand,
as it tries its best to rest
on my towel, in my shoes and swimsuit.
Gingerly I consider taking a rhythmic dip
every step sinking sand further away,
but closer to cool lumbering waves,
A large green mass, not a normal kind,
is lying like a beached whale.
The waves just kiss it,
Its not from the ocean,
It's not a sea urchin,
It's firm yet slightly soft.
The cool ocean water wraps
my skin and holds me up
in a gentle tender way.
I wonder about the
impersonating ocean gherkin
deposited on the sand.
Back sinking into my towel,
wet salty water coating my skin.
Staring dreamily at the horizon,
I notice a one-legged seagull
hopping and scoping the green mass.
It squawks and squawks and squawks,
It gives another compassionate squawk,
pokes the mass and flies away.
Back and forth like waves crashing,
a beach buggy passes behind with an eye
on the shore and beachcombers.
Another oddity arrives,
resting on the back of the buggy,
A large black square mass
lookin like a tellie.
Is it to watch a reality show?
A cucumber, a TV, and a one-legged gull,
not what I expected, except maybe the gull.
As I leave, I inquire at the entry point,
"What is that television for?"
"Do the lifeguards watch on the shore?"
"The ocean spit it up from who knows where."
"It didn't receive good ratings."
Walking barefoot on gritty sand,
sticky sunscreen windblown hair,
I drive my car home after a beautiful day at the shore.
