The Sea

The sea calls me whispers in my ears, the rise and fall of foaming waves waft the scent of salt tasted tears, a haven released through time pounding surf, light, dark and dreams upon each sounding splashing wave. Rise. Greet the ocean farers the fishers of men and women, schools of children birthed within restless stormy night winds, the aftermath of being freed born to ride the quivers of the sea beckoning the surge of living life. Embrace the swells of existence as the ridges surface and hide again, the very ripples of breath and heartbeat pound the inner rhythm in its melody, drumbeat rolls and foamy crests escalated, rumbles of thunder unearthed gesticulated the depths breaching trembling whitecaps to shore. The sea calls me dances wildly on the sandy shores, a tidal flow that inches in from the ocean climb, taffy pulled breakers slapping on the wet sand, the billowed torrent of blended lives, whale, shark, tuna, clam and crab once sheltered in the darkened depths to journey up and out to the open seas, calling, wait for me.