I remember writing this out of memory. It happened before I graduated. I recalled the image of that day and tried to stay true to it. The things that happened afterwards, well that's the story i'm sharing to make me less bitter :-)
Breakwaters - March, 1999
The time we tried to escape the world
for water and endless skies,
I stood behind the knee-high wall
by the city's side.
You were by the bay's. "Come over here
near the waves. We came to feel the splash,"
you reminded behind your courage.
What I did not understand held my feet.
The seafoams laughed at the few inches
my face could have felt the spray.
Years later, I got a mail from where
your chasing the horizon has brought you,
the blue ink telling me about the lonely
golden spruce you saw glowing
in the middle of a forest,
or that the rainbows were different
than the ones here at home, wish I was there.
We came to feel the splash, you remind me again
handwritten on powdery-white paper.
Tell me how are our lives now different?
How does light flow in your part of the world?
Is it glum, a subdued white, and flickering
like mine's - deplete of vibrance, struggling
to be relevant before it is swallowed
entirely by the dark?
The seafoams are laughing again
from a flash of memory snapped by my mind.
I can still taste what I did not taste -
the salts of their infinite fingers.
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