Southern Shores
She’s guarded and silent. Standing at attention. Smiling for the
fanfare.
Working for her son. Replacing what she’s lost. Getting back to zero.
Recouping her confidence. Wandering about chances. Stranded looking…
Before her is an ocean. She wants to feel those waves. To be
overpowered.
Engulfed by the motion. Losing control of the flow. Can’t feel the bottom.
That’s all she really wants. Not to touch the bottom any longer.
Does she have it left inside. To leave the shore. Paddling to great
depth.
Wading and bobbing. The strength to tread against the forces.
Pushing her back to the stranded shore. Chance and risk; new promises.
Like the social worker with storied past, on overwatch until further
notice.
Always to defend? Perhaps, there’s some warrior spirit left.
When the wind blows past her ear. Whispering. Talking.
The voice of nature. Her sense of adventure calling.
Sun’s reflection off the ocean blue. Giving signal.
Legs charge forward. Feet kicking salty water.
Temperature unchecked. Goosebumps rise.
Further. Deeper. Colder. Stronger. Alive.
She doesn’t look back. She’s bouncing.
No bottom. Chancing danger. Faith.
Drifting winds. Futures uncertain.
She’s found something adrift…
Uncertainty is nature’s romance. She’s falling for the empty canvas.
Making spirited daydreams a possibility. Excited for the journey.
Wanting to redeem bad memories and leaving the future to chance.
For the only path to romantic salvation lies within someone else.
Father from her island she’s closer to another shore. Eagerly awaiting…