Sometimes, emotions come in a flood. Sometimes rest, peace and love come in a torrent. Sometimes it's best to just give in and be washed over.
my
feet in sand
soft and giving
cool
and washed over
the sound
a whisper
that roars
in beckon
and warn
just
the way
I like it
it fills
my ears
and then my heart
and then my past
and then my future
and then my pulse
and then
I burst into surf
breaking over rocks
I rush
to join it
onslaught poured
it swallows
me full
drowning
in emerald silence
so quiet
so peaceful
so full
a hum
that kneads
and lifts my surrender
I roll
to engulf
and quake
in silent forever
my body
naked for shiver
in wet entwine
bends
to know green fingers
of insidious delight
a spectacle,
I,
for those
that light the way
of nature’s
blended fury
above me,
a storm
easts
to Jacob’s herd
and Rachel’s jealousy
but here,
all is calm
in silent drift
and
breathless mercy
as I green
to aqua blue
becoming turquoise
digest
as yesterday’s
wine.
~rick
