Spoken Spindrift

The ocean speaks in poetry Syllables slammed into the sand, sounding out the tides Like a language uttered by ancient beings Ripples flicker from the shore, forming words that echo in the crash of waves Cool, blue-green waters contain the sentences of silent love Even the wind whispers the condemnation of the structured The forced strictness of the grammatical, The drumbeat of raindrops are rhythm enough for the surf A heartbeat wildly stuttering in a dance of speechless beauty The grand jete of a ballerina stretching for the sun in the crest of a wave A quest, unstoppable, for a higher power than gravity. A music beyond silence yet above sound A fluent fluctuation in the depths of emotion A soul surrounded by the stranglehold of purpose Pulled over the edge of reasoning and into an abyss free of thought, Free from the confines of the chemical, mechanical, mathematical, logical, Something that defies the dictates of society Antonyms that reflect the intangible Sorrowful joy - memories sunk beneath the spindrift Lonely love - a bond that will never be broken Contained vastness - like the ocean beating upon the shore Poetry.