2: The heart of the ocean
never met her before, the Atlantic. I swam in the Great Lakes of Michigan all
my life, but the oceans, well, no, I had missed those somehow. There she was.
Huge. Overwhelming. Nothing like the lakes and so enormous, I felt her oblivion
to my presence. Then, ever so gently, the salt water slipped over my skin, and
my fears of swimming in foreign waters, with unknown creatures, melted away in
the ebb of the tide, and I felt her push, her pull, that enigmatic undertow.
would come here a thousand times and never leave the ocean completely. The sands
won't allow it; they were now part of my fabric, traveling with me everywhere
I went in this city by the sea.
little coastal town, Tybee, holds court with the quiet queen. Its practicality
lies in the fact that it will never be rid of the sand and the salt, and that
suits it just fine. Want a shrimp dinner? I never knew there were so many ways
to cook and eat shrimp. A food I once loved, now is passé to me, its abundance
to her I return, over and over. Seeking solace in the waves, answers in the clouds,
inspiration in myself, in the winds, the sand my reminder, of grit, what it takes
to wear down the spindles of time and etch a place for yourself in the Universe.
don't think I will be able to live away from her ever again.
find myself reflected in her shores.
Picture Poem: Shores
3: That secret garden