Beyond The Break

Beyond The Break

Beyond the crashing blue, as the world rhythmically rises and falls,

Lonesome bubbles of foam float past, flotsam on the eddying fast.

A glimpse of land, a booming crash, salty spit sprays up into the air.

Swirling sand sweeps by beneath from the ocean bed to a sun drenched beach.

A lone figure, as insignificant as a grain of sand, floats amongst the vast expanse,

Rising and falling in the watery world, solitary and silent, alone with the sounds of the sea.

Submissive to the swirling currents, malleable limbs move in tempo to the maritime music.

Gently bobbing, buoyant in the saltiness,

Inching closer to shore; before being pulled away again.

A slow, sinister dance with the ocean currents.

The water rises up, a dark face sleek and shiny, wild foamy hair dancing upon its peaks.

The lip curls at the insignificant speck on it's surface.

With an explosion of white water, it envelops, dragging it down to the dark depths.

Rolling, tumbling, frolicking amongst the sand and coral,

The body bobs up buoyantly, wobbling in the waves.

The shore is closer, the sea is sickened by it's presence,

A vomitus wave ejects it finally, rolling it, flopping it, onto the sand.

Yet a lone arm remains floating in the shallow water,

Waving, waving, waving to the waves.

By J. Barrett