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As Children
Beaches
Rugged and rocky,
Surf spray misting,
Ghosting
Along the mountain cliff.
We trotted,
Goats,
Sure of our footing,
Never doubting the placement of our steps,
Laughing, chasing the sunlight
Across the sky.
We sang the birdsong as
Cool water embraced us.
We became ocean creatures then,
Languid and graceful.
Sunlight and salt-smell,
The wet sand soaped us,
Scraped us raw and dirty.
But we emerged
Refreshed,
Scattering among the tide pools,
Climbing water logged,
Petrified,
Trunks
Of what once were trees,
Now rock worn smooth,
Preserved by one hundred years of
Changing waters.
Sometimes we found shards
Of china,
Edges softly rounded,
Milky exterior cleverly revealing
The fine lines of kiln fire,
Dainty spiderwebs.
There on that shore
We transformed,
Became Kings and Queen,
Built our lands, drawing
Lines into the sand, negotiating
Peace treaties that ended when
My mother called us for lunch.
I've never been to the beach.
I've never been to the beach. One day I'll gaze upon the Pacific, I dream of seeing it with someone I love. I envy you to have played a long the beach when you were young. Maybe I'm building it up to more than it is but my ultimate fantasy is to drive across the country again with someone I love with the only goal to sit in the surf. Well written. I love how this was written. Thanks for the small glimpse.
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond