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At the Beach

At the beach is

An ocean of time.

 

Where to discover anew, leafy shapes

Clear against the blue of the sky.

Sun’s rays, glittering down

Diamonds upon the crests of waves.

The texture of tree trunks

Brush scored and stippled.

 

An ocean of time.

 

To realize that like a tree

Your roots be firmly planted in the soil.

Limbs are strong, so all they can carry

Leaves, flowers, buds, fruits.

Reach, reaching to the sky

To feel it—round, earth-embracing dome.

 

The curvature of the earth that holds the sea

And above, the moon that moves its tides

The ripples and ridges of the ocean

Tiny mountains and valleys that appear and disappear

Tracks of stones shipwrecked upon the sand

Pulsing with rich veins and colored patterns

The blinding whiteness of sea foam

Glowing eerie white against the black night

 

At the beach is

Is an ocean of time.

 

There, to weave new hopes, a future

That recharges and renews.

Karina Lagdameo-Santillan

 

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