Waves

My feet melt into the damp sand. If I stood here long enough sinking
feet first, I wonder if my chapped soles would meet the angry pinch of
an outraged crab. My hair is pulled and thrown with windblown demons. I
feel their relentless persistence fighting for the warm burrow of my
ears. My secret place, it will lead eventually through the softening
fortress of skull to my soft, vulnerable brain. Coarse sand particles
battering through the tissues of my mind. Gradually eating away at
thoughts, my life, my being. I almost wish the salted air would rot
down my skin now, leaving the skeletal corpse, apt remains fitting for
my shambled path through life.
I hear the approaching dog. I resist the urge to turn my head to the
sounds of its barking; the squelching wetness of its padded gait as it
chases after a stick or ball. I don't want to be reminded that I am a
particle of this human world. I use the deafening crescendo of the
crashing waves to block my ears from the giggles of a teenage couple
groping, seeking sinful pleasures between the dunes.

Nightfall

My ankles are submerged. The beach is quiet and my spirit is still. I
don't need to look at the indigo sky to know that the moon, in all her
pearly glory is beating cool rays down at my chilled scalp, bouncing
searing rays of blue light into the moving sea carpet. I have one
cigarette left. I pull it from its solitary nest and place it between
my lips. The startling spark of the match showers my moonlit hands with
a temporary glow and I breath in the fumes of mingled tobacco and
smoke. This is my last moment. Breathing Ocean, watchful moon and
inhalation of salt air and Silk Cut. The smouldering shaft of tobacco
is my timer, like the sand crystals falling through an hourglass.
My time has come...

I follow with brave heart, my fate...

The waves are crashing, painful on my thighs. My breath gasping in my
throat begins to freeze my chest. Beneath the Mother Moon I absorb the
strength I need to carry me, feet and legs now lost in the icy pool I
sink with the jellyfish, the crabs and yes... the sharks...

As the creamy lather of crashing waves fall to my expectant head, I
grasp the tiny crucifix in my freezing fist. I am fearful and regret
arrives too late...