Its too soon to return to the beach in Florida where I live, only a 5 minute drive. But, I remember it's steadying power...
Below, is a short poem that attempts to express the ecstasy of a perfect day by the beach. In this piece, what began as a lazy outing -sunbathing, ocean-side- ended up as a kind of life-affirmation, sense of belonging & harmony with the natural world.
I hope, during these challenging days of lockdown, that this poem might take you there, as a sort of breathing meditation and, perhaps, summon such blissful experiences of your own. Peace.
Stepping outside, it’s not precisely sun we’re after
or the illusion of perfect stillness, but something else
that has to do with the distant riot of children at play
stacatto squeals accompanied by the cawing of crows
Or the gentler song of slighter, winged creatures
circling above, frolicking, or pecking at the earth
while the patter of water offers its liquid paean,
and winds tease trees till they shudder with pleasure
This is the quiet pageant we longed to be part of
setting aside our book or papers to vaguely register
ourselves, easing into the pattern, our breath deepening
and our heart slow-beating in unison with other things.
© Yahia Lababidi
(Images: 1 mine, 2)
