The Beach

We sat on the beach

She and I

My arms extended back to brace me

She relaxed back

Revealing another talent as a serve as a

Beach chair

Each sense mesmerized with the landscape

We watch the waves of the other great pond

Kiss the sand and rocks

Some are smashing lipsmackers

Others are rolling beauty

Each has a sound all its own

Within the cacophony of many waves

The air is crisp and cool

A soft evening breeze cools us

After a hot day

All that’s left of the sun

Are a crown of rays peeking behind

The skyline of mountains and clouds

Pink and orange hues span east to west

And recede towards the west

Leaving only blacks, whites, and grey

Soon our suns sisters and brothers will have their turn to shine

As much as the physical senses are full on

In pleasure and noticing

They are only a part of the grandeur of the setting

Moved by the inspired feminine relaxed back

Feeling the rich masculine of support

In awe of the watery fathomless blueness

Laid open before us

Oddly enough holding its own earthiness

And grounding in its natural fluidity

Grateful for the moment and opportunity

In pure wonderment of life

Feeling fully present and aware

Knowing this will be a memory in a moment

The energy of this will live

Even a remembrance won’t find the details

The memory does not matter

We relish this sweetness and let it go

Into the breeze

It may find us again

Or it may not

Should it reveal itself again

It won’t be through adoration for nostalgia

We will know the way it lives us still