Away.

I dropped myself backwards over the stern,

you stood at the bow, unwilling to learn,

refusing to follow the map I had drawn,

stagnantly anchored there all the night long,

your disgust was apparent as I swam farther away,

you began to pull the anchor up immediately,

but your head-games had already turned me cold,

so I kept on dog-paddling and cursed you, tenfold,

and as I saw you sail away without me,

just as I should’ve felt my most empty,

the weight of the ocean’s fathomless depths,

vacuumed me up with one huge, inhaled breath,

tucked me safely within its motherly net,

and whispered with love that I wasn’t dead yet,

seeming to rise from the uncharted deep,

a ghostly phantom too long  gone to sleep,

to guide my tired mind and broken body,

to a place of solid earth and humanity,

I found you once again so long afterward,

you were too frozen in place to utter a word,

and I simply conveyed my thanks to you,

for forcing me to see the true colors in you.

 

 

 

Sullen Swim.

If you’ve ever swam outward,
against the tides,
using only –
one arm and its hand;

You will know, then,
the difficulty lies,
in between –
a horizon and the sand;

If you’ve embraced the ocean,
in the blackness of night,
amid curious faces –
worn by beast, and no man;

If you’ve long made point,
to swim beyond,
the buoys –
farthest from the land;

If the water doesn’t sting,
your eyes or burn skin,
carry on then,
carry out the plan;

If you have ever taken,
that final, Sullen Swim,
to let spread –
the ashes of beloved wise-man;

If you’ve ever hated,
what you usually love,
an affect of –
the end of a father’s lifespan;

If you’ve been tangled in kelp-beds,
way out with the otters,
cracking clams–
with their human-like hands;

If you’ve been out too long,
dazed by a breaker’s blow,
defying–
the tugging at your hand;

If you’ve been spun,
like a washing machine,
hard tumbled –
inside a tornado of sand;

If you’ve had that moment,
when reality,
starts dawning –
quite differently than planned;

If so, you must know as well as me,
of a poisonous affinity,
the salinity –
measuring
four quarters of who I am.

 

A Sprinkle of Sand.

Given the strange and very out of the ordinary weather spell that California is currently experiencing, I am off to the beach today to surf, swim and get my saline fix. And, since I know that NOT everyone is receiving the same kiss from Mother Nature as we are, I wanted to spill some sunshine on my blog for all to share.

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Sullen Swim.

If you’ve ever swam,

against the tides,

using only –

one arm and its hand;

You will know then,

that difficulty lies,

in between –

a horizon and the sand;

If you’ve swam underwater,

in the blackness of night,

seen faces –

worn by beast, and no man;

If you’ve made point,

to swim beyond,

the buoys –

farthest from the land;

If the water doesn’t sting,

your eyes or burn skin,

carry on –

carry out the plan;

If you have ever taken,

the final, Sullen Swim,

to dump –

ashes of special man;

If you’ve ever hated,

what you love,

an effect of –

the end of a lifespan;

If you’ve gone out too far,

beyond the otters,

cracking shells –

with their hands;

If you’ve been out too long,

until you turn code blue,

ignoring –

the tugging at your hand;

If you’ve been spun,

like a washing machine,

tumbled around –

inside a tornado of sand;

if you’ve had that moment,

when your reality,

hits you –

a little differently than planned;

Then you must know then,

a poisonous affinity,

salinity –

Four quarters of who I am.

Shark Shack.

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Farallon Islands Breaker 2014

My heartbeat

pumps so wearily

with you gone,

trembling hands

twisting short,

locks of blonde;

I’m not sure

not seeing clearly

you’ve swam beyond,

clock-work strokes

faring close,

swimming strong;

My limbs

pumping furiously

with you ahead,

burning eyes

fading heavily,

a water’s tread;

The undertow

frenzied spinning

no looking back

no duck to the dive,

lean in,

shark shack.