THE SEA STRAND
November 8, 2006
This poem, originally written November 8, 2006 was inspired by a brisk early November walk along Lake Michigan. It was written during a time of marital separation and contrasted the sunny, summer view of the beach (new love) with the desolate, barren wintertime shore.
Memories of our time together linger sweetly
But ours was just a temporary love
Like the sea washing your name from the sands
and the hand of fate wiping your life from my plans
If I called my poem "Washed Away" would you know it was for you
and would you get the meaning before I had to tell you
Like the last stubborn pile of snow in the back yard
A magician who has guessed the number on your hidden card
Stop telling me I look like Hell...
Do you think that I don't know that just by looking in the mirror
that I am aging like something in a movie scene flash ahead
Something not quite living and not quite dead
I am not sure what took me on my walk along the lake today
or what memories it would bring to me
Doesn't this stretch look lonely now that it's November
Will it always seem this lonely forever and ever?
Like the sea washing you name from the sands
And the hand wiping your life from my plans.