The beach
by scott from jail

When I saw you first, standing there, mesmerizing me, with a calm fate,
how was I to know the whole end of it all, the flower's petal blowing in the fall,
the colored light of August, autumn, snow, and night,
each one covering the south like cloth, wrinkled between the trees

Did I hear the little down-the-road march of ants, coming in,
doubts in armies, were they lies? or just small irritations, beasts?
Did I speak to insects then, knowing how houses are destroyed by termites
and the things that houses hold?

Was I that wise? or foolish? Did I forget that in the sea there lie
millions of acres of gold? of bluish fish? Of tinsel for Christmas
strung between the jellyfish, pulsing as if the ancient sea
from which sprang life was there today

pulsing as before? Did I see it then, like a wet kiss,
slobbered, faltering, innocent, deathly, but not entirely forlorn?

Copyright © 2013 - scott from jail
Published: 6/20/13   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem