Poetry / Uncategorized

Sandbar

In this sapphire blue ocean

day swim turns

determined

striking out

barrier island

disappearing behind

Distant sandbar

rising up

as if Poseidon positioned it

right there

sprung forth

from the earth’s mouth

white sand

beckoning, seducing

Alone, I muster the muscles

arms, legs

against the rhythmic ebb and flow

of stout tide

outpacing

vile water demons

This small space between

sea level and storms

senses the sand dunes

wafting farewell

I leave shallow water

feeling the ice cold

of the silky blue sea

the voluptuous deep

a small strip

of treacherous uncertainty

I imagine not

the chilled vastness

or the sharp rub

of predator’s skin

and instead dream of

romantic Spanish shipwrecks

the sorrow of lost treasure

treading pain

submersed in salty sea

The brief distance

diminishes now

as I climb upon

the sandy shoal

and contemplate the art

of returning.

28 thoughts on “Sandbar

  1. I lived in Florida in the early 90’s, near a bay with a sandbar. People often walked to it in waist-deep water at low tide, forgetting that it would be submerged at high tide. These lines were my favorite, because you choose to focus not on cold or danger, but on the romantic and mysterious: “I imagine not / the chilled vastness / or the sharp rub / of predator’s skin / and instead dream of / romantic Spanish shipwrecks / the sorrow of lost treasure.” Enjoy the sandbar, Lana, but be mindful of the tide and don’t stay out there too long. πŸ™‚

  2. Love you poem, Lana and I feel as if it’s me striking out in the water, revelling in the isolated freedom, startled by the sudden cold of the deeper ocean…then looking back to land. πŸ˜€β€οΈ

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