|Smoke from the Carlsbad Fires.|
To myself I am only a child playing on the beach, while vast oceans of truth lie undiscovered before me.
I like watching people
Many, relishing water's soft, bubbly caress,
others laughing, gulped whole,
tumbling, surrendering to the sea.
Some, skillfully imitating nature's art.
I don't like watching smoke,
growing darker, defying the sun,
obscuring, replacing peace
with knowledge of people fleeing,
frightened, shattered by loss,
as grief engulfs them.
I dig my fingers in the sand,
as sandcastles are built,
a baby screams at first sight of the ocean,
a Japanese couple politely
acknowledges then laughs at my husband -
throwing his tiny "catch" back in the waters.
abandoned on sand.
(Over at Dverse Poets, Mary has us using a quote to inspire or somehow connect to our poem.)