sitting on the beach no. 2
Part two of poems about my time I’ve spent reflecting on beaches in Southern California.
the sun, lightly kissed my skin
and the waves of light found its way within.
the rocks, the air, the ocean, all made so clear
vibrant, vivid, and sublime, the unraveling of all fear.
my lower body dissolved into the sand.
my mind in vertigo, like with contraband.
the sounds met one another in seeming disagreement,
as a witness I saw that they had to experience it.
a silence that spoke louder than any speaker,
the ocean, the mother, and the breath of the seeker.
a pervading void where the sounds occupy,
a place where I could find what is I.