When I first saw the ocean
It was not the sparkling, turquoise jewel
I thought it would be
The surf was slate grey
The sky was heavy and ominous
It threatened rain
But never gave it
The chilled air and cold sand
Promised me an empty beach
With no sun for sunbathers
The beach was deserted
The day was mine
It was a quiet afternoon
The salt-charged air
Wrapped around me
Comfortingly
I let my soul be quieted
As I listened to the sounds
Of ocean wind
And calling seagulls
And the gentle, soothing sounds
Of the lapping waves
I placed my feet in the cold surf
Of the Atlantic
And I felt connected
With the entire world
I felt connected
To my European ancestors
Who perhaps once put their feet
Into the same water
On the opposite side
Although it was overcast,
And dreary grey
My delicate, porcelain skin
Still suffered the wrath
Of the hidden sun
I winced as the salty air
Painfully kissed
My sunburned face
But still I stayed despite the pain
And I listened
To the music of the ocean
To the heartbeat of Mother Nature
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!
I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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