Salvation of the Sea

When did your toes last touch the coarse, cool, sea-soaked sand?

When you took off your shoes and socks, imploring your right to immerse?

When did you last smell the salty air, that sweetly funky, stimulating stench?

Become enveloped by the stress-subduing, caressing sound of crashing waves?

Allow the enshrouding fog sucked in from the savage sea to coolly kiss your skin?

Stand in silence, awing at the immensity of it all, the eons of untamed, coursing waters?

Behold the ethereal, glimmering, glorious sheen bounced off the sea by the setting sun?

Stand idly by, actually being there, only there, and not feel like you were wasting time?

Walk in the awakening wavefront, legs numbing and reviving, numbing and reviving?

Play witness to the seabirds competing for fare, protesting one another’s maneuvers?

Sense the seaweed come in and wrap itself around your ankles, then slither off again?

Connect with the force of creation, the cradle of life, reaching across to the Ancient East?

When was the last time? Do you even recall?

No wonder you feel ill!

The modern contagion, nature deprivation.

But please, brothers and sisters, fret not, simply seek the salvation of the sea!