"O" is for Ocean....

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A to Z Challenge

As I sit and watch the ocean

It appears to be calm, but it isn’t always.

I notice the sea gulls, waiting in anticipation

Of something-food, a storm, perhaps a companion.

They watch me closely,

As if in some way, I would provide for their needs.

In the west, the sun begins to set,

Losing its brightness like a burned out fire.

The tide inches in toward me.

I feel it’s closeness as it caresses the rock

Upon which I sit.

The splashes feel like cold tear drops

Against my arms and face.

The sky, which was once blue jeweled with the sun setting

Is turning a dark grey.

Clouds rumbling like the rushing waves.

It’s getting late now.

The tide’s moving again.

I feel cold and lonely as it ebbs away.

Losing the tide’s closeness

Waiting for it to reappear

Soft and calm.

“Our memories of the ocean will linger on, long after our footprints in the sand are gone.”

--Anonymous