maggy and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
its always ourselves we find in the sea
I grew up and have spent most of my life 30 miles from the ocean – well, the Gulf of Mexico, strictly speaking. And though in the interim I have traveled far and wide, and at times oriented myself toward inland instead of offshore, the truth is the ocean has never been very far from my mind.
There is just something about it. I cannot really explain; though I have attempted to in writing, over and over, over the years. The feeling of the sun on my skin, the smell of coconut oil mixed with salt air, the partying, the camaraderie with other beach-goers. The relaxation. The inner peace.
I have tried earnestly, but I never have quite captured it. And I don’t suppose I ever will.Read More
