I Remember Beaches
“I Remember Beaches”
I remember beaches
hot white sand with crystal
blue water and phosphorescence
melting into everything
Salt on my face, on my lips
even my hair was drenched
in it. There was so much sand
that I could have my pick of
just exactly where I wanted
to place my towel ….
Lots of space, open space….
We’re talking, twenty five to forty
years ago now. But now,
the beach is a circus.
A parade of jesters posing
for each other in costume.
So many tents and umbrellas,
in fact,
I couldn’t see the waves.
Shocking to me it’s like the mall
or some sporting event.
A beach used to be a serene thing
with wave sounds. Not a cacophony
of blasting rap and towels
so close, they almost touch.
It was hard for me, being older,
to walk upright and not step
on girls with many tattoos and
hipster bathing suits perfectly posed
toward the sun. Not friendly.
What has happened to this city?
The “City of Angels” is seemingly
a city for homeless and rich people.
Nothing else exists. It saddened
me deeply. I was once in my prime
here and there was room for all.
It was a paradise for surfing and
boarding and just riding waves.
Actual “good music” was played
and people were animated and fun
and friendly
But, now, I am often shoved away
so that someone else can get a
better seat on the bus. Even whilst
I am holding up a Medicare card.
Or I take too long getting into the
grocery store with a cart. I reach
for a basket. I am verbally condemned.
The beach is here to promote gratefulness
people should be kind and gracious
they should want to help others
and offer what they can
to help make life worth living
I’m losing faith……
Copyright © Melody Sokolow | Year Posted 2015
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