2011-03-18T20:48:23-04:00March 18th, 2011|Nature|

Summer on the West Coast

I miss the exquisite agony
of wading into the cold
ocean so cold it burns
shearing up my calves my thighs
I am on tip toes but
the icy waves slap my belly
anyways and I gasp
my hands arms shoulders high
like a bird about to fly
but instead I am numb
anchored and I can’t see the big
rocks below but their quiet bulk
terrifies me and my pulse
races voices on the beach
taunting yelling
there is nothing to do but fall
forward the freezing curtain
envelops me I immediately feel
chased by sharks
that don’t live up here
I scramble out
raw and pink pricked
by a thousand pins
like a plucked animal
god it feels good
to be reborn into
summer again.