On Cape Hatteras beach, liberty caps
burst my vision, burst my gut --
roared in my ear to wind tunnel peak.
I swam oceanic karma,
sniffed sea spray to my sinuses,
spied rapid sandpipers combing
in the wake
of breaking waves.
Water clatter, sheet metal tear,
lacerated my parietal lobe
as I tracked
cumulonimbus buffalo galloping
over vast surf undulating
green and blue then
cumulus faces, bubbling white,
mimed both agony and delight.
When I closed my eyes,
I watched endless black red tendrils
of eternal action climb. I grabbed sand on sand
to sink adrenaline and lay on the beach
minding a billion microscopic shells.
The translucent ocean body,
in wordless rage, boiled
among the air
left me so new-born weak,
my neurons realigned,
I gasped for the real breath
like the first land dwelling fish.
Absolutely beautifully written my friend. You captured the experience perfectly.
Most appreciated! I'm glad the experience comes right through.
It definitely does. You have a way with words not many people do
I second that!!!!