Don’t look back. 3 words, one thought but it takes a lot
of courage to will oneself to do that. It relates to some phrases like; forget, move on, keep moving and
whatever synonymous ideas it may seem to end with… Turning away.
The
Shore.
The
waves howl on a summer still with wind, gulls gliding above feeling the warm
breeze, the unforgiving heat quicken the shore to return to almost white. There
was a visitor and he was no stranger.
The
sand pricks his foot at high noon, wondering said the rocks why he’d come at
this time of day!? He went on, hastened to reach water. A splash and off the
sea kisses his toes. There was tumble and rumble, awe in look he stared across
the vast sea, lightning dances along the horizon. A whiff of cool air tells him
rain will be here soon.
Barren,
silent and white. There is peace and he can never ask for something more.
High
above, the passage of clouds play shadows upon him, teasing the sun as if he
were playing hide and seek, he smiled and chased the dark patches of sand; he
was after all a kid being chased by none but the sun. He grew tired though in
the end, the bristly warmth embracing his skin, yet the cool whisper of a
changing season reduces it.
He
stood still and marvel to what he feels; freedom and stillness. He stared from
where he wandered, foot prints lie on countless for which he can’t seem to
recall whichever starts first and follows next. He smiled.
A
splash came and with it goes everything.
Shocked.
One
wave, a fraction of time.
Everything
dried unmoving as if no one was ever there.
