Waiting is honorable
Sure…

Hurry and sit
In the sand!
The water is warm.
Find me a
Shell,
Tethered with black blotches of oil
Or little lifeless enzymes
Hardened into sediment

A duet between
Land and sea The edges
Of sanity
Churn from sand to mud
Or water to foam.
Creatures wading to shore
Or humans swimming
To their death

Salt absorbs into the skin
As seaweed releases
To angry waves.
Out by the coast
Stands the man
I saw yesterday

Blonde hair like a banana
Cheap yet bright.
A peachy skintone
Screams for aloe vera lotion,
Cool relief

His chest moves
Up
As his belly sinks
Down

Trebles of windy notes
Glide through my ears
As I float
To away

The pressure of the ocean
Isn’t a slap to my face
Nor a kick to my balls
But a compressing straight jacket

Moving makes
Me suck in air quicker.

When I look back
Over my shoulder
To the shore
I see him
Standing in his damp clothes

Does he know what’s happening?
I think he’s waiting
For new life to begin