I originally wrote this poem in May 2020 and have revisited it often. The original poem is shown below along with the updated version that is published in Coffee Shop Sessions III: In the Arms of Love. I share this with you to show that poetry can be a process. It doesn’t always come out right in one swing. If the poem means a lot to you, then nurture it.
The original poem:
Walking down to the beach, I’ll see you standing there, bother you, and tug on that beard. I’ll knock you down, roll around with you through the waves and land on top. You’ll have the sand between your hairs, our bodies soaking wet, while watching the sand melt away beneath us. It’ll melt the distance between us, it’ll melt the silence held within while we watch the waves in unison. Daydreaming for hours because we know the waves will never stop. And maybe, just maybe, we hope to be like those waves: with ceaseless power, flowing carelessly.
The updated version:
Along the shoreline, the two of us stand close as the distance between us grows.
It comes across in hurling waves, unlike the gentleness that greeted us.
Let me bother you, and remind you I’m still here.
The stale heat of the summer air weighs us down into a thick fog.
If only I could reach for a knife to cut right through, separating us in two.
I watch you standing there, but I’d rather tug on your beard.
I’d give anything to roll through the waves with me landing on top,
to lay with our bodies soaking wet, watching the earth melt away beneath us.
The distance between us would dissolve, and the silence held within, while
watching the waves in unison.
Our feet would become cemented in place
while daydreaming for hours, as we know the waves will never end.
Just as we once aspired to be: never-ending, flowing carelessly.
Underneath. Down here where it’s calm. Where the black beauty of the abyss touches my feet. All is quiet. All is still. I’m entombed as if in a coffin. Locked forever in my own space Controlling the promise of my ever after. And then you came. Pelting my world. Hurtling across like a comet in my stretching blue sky. You bring the change, flowing through like a weather system. Flourishing my eyes open like a new season. Calling sub-oceanic flowers to bloom within me. Aquatic forest pines that reach up to touch the surface. To reach and touch your face. My hands branch to catch the light you dazzle. A sudden rush you instill within me like heroin bubbles in my blood. Coming up too soon, bending my compression that has kept my heart safe. Heading for the bends. I’m a fish not born to fly with you. High where the birds and angels soar. Hidden in these depths for reasons. For sins that keep me drowned. Now it rains under water, puddling the pool of the sea that parts us. And I drift in the stream of sorrow. Knowing that the rain on the surface, is really your tears.