Somebody Told Me

Somebody Told Me ...

Somebody told me, and warned me,
“Never turn your back to an ocean.”
The shore soothes with pretend peace,
that waters wash in artless motion.

Its waves kiss from a distant surge,
then wet lips frown in sad recoil.
Gifts pushed into hands at high tide,
can be deep secrets from the soil.

Chests of memory may be drowned,
or floated far off to secluded stay.
Hold hands with oblivion's domain,
or embrace smiling surface of day.

When I am before the ocean's waves,
the pulsing is the flood in my heart.
Freshening old thoughts that return,
mixed with wisdom's emotional part.

I focus on the billowing motion,
careful to sense the rhythm below.
Prepared to drift on calm sunlit tides,
or stand strong in ocean's deep flow.

EaS