…something more to say…

Listen

Surf sounds, chansons de mer,

the breaking rollers,

mellowed crunch of wave on wave,

the drumroll of eternal tides.                           

There is no silent sea, we think…

…consider a sheltered beach,

in the lee of a baffling sand bar,

sea-spawned shoal,

mediator for sea and shore,

muffler of the surf,

tamper of the bursting breakers,                           

damper of the singing of the sea,

guardian of truth about

   the vastly silent blue water.

September 16, 2015

Published:

February 2017 in my first book of poems, Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups, available on Amazon

December 18, 2016, in The Australia Times Poetry

March 2, 2016, in Whispers

January 21, 2017, in Creative Inspirations

I felt the sounds of the modest surf wash up to me. I was sitting almost alone on First Encounter Beach in Eastham, Cape Cod. I happened to imagine that only the tiniest element of the ocean makes all this noise, and that nearly all of the blue water on our planet rises and falls in magnificent silence nearly all the time. I’ve been at sea only once. I don’t recall noticing this aspect of the bounding main—the social sounds of the cruise ship made it impossible to hear silence. I wasn’t thinking about the cruise as I sat on the high sand on the Cape. I was thinking that the sea may have more to say. I was listening.

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