An Oceanless Beach

An Oceanless Beach What is it to see but never emerge from the dark? Children marvel at color, movement, perception, not knowing control mongers await them, famished gluttons who relish adults obviating consciousness. Some risk pain, while too few discover healing is not a poultice to cover a wound, but an eardrum, an eyelid to remedy contrived storms, blasts of empty oxygen programmed to destroy observation's eloquent gift, the always present sense of truth, or not. Risk awaits… Perhaps muddied, but nevertheless always at the ready, actuality's hardened muscles ready to serve, to discern platitudes from profundity. How courageous this willingness to risk, knowing to cower is to embrace that safe place, ignorance's wanton indulgence, an anesthetized existence on an oceanless beach, where colorless tears become desolate in erosion’s sorrow.