Malaquite Beach

I try to go to the ocean once a year. There is only one decent beach in Texas, Padre Island. I try to go when I hope it will be mostly deserted. I socialize a lot better with seagulls, ghost crabs, fish and waves than I ever do with humans. Padre Island always inspires me. This was my first poem from Padre. Kinda wordy, and way to flowery, but ah well.






I cleanse.
The air is frigid as the briny wind howls,
waves roll unceasingly, translucent aquamarine.
Standing transfixed, black dress fluttering in the spray.
The lead of my obsidian heart—
suddenly uplifted!
I tremble, I step forth.

I consecrate.
Waves continue flowing. Curling. Breaking. Dissolving.
A sea turtle darts past, heedless of me
I shriek as the sand shifts beneath my feet; the ocean pulls me close, whispering—
she swallows my cries. Drowns my somber heart with foam,
I break the surface, laughing.

I renew.
Moonlight shimmering, pulling, releasing water from its crystalline core,
light shimmers liquid silver on an ever changing palette.
I am haloed in salt, and quite on the sand,
waves have drowned my obsidian heart and gifted me with aquamarine.
I trace a single letter within sand, a fleeting dream, as temporary as each wave.
But for now…mein Herz brennt.*
So mote it be.

- June 8 2010

*my heart burns.


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