Ghosts
Anxiety is like a ghost,
Whose insistent gaze is almost tangible,
But when I turn,
I’m met with empty air,
Soon I’m always looking over my shoulder,
Worrying about the smallest of things
I’m sure that I’m exaggerating the problem,
That there is nothing haunting me,
But if I feel it breathing into my ear,
Hear it remind me of everything I had forgotten,
How can that be nothing?
Have you ever felt the ambience of being one with the sea? Living in Florida meant that the beach was of quite easy access. Here’s a poem about the relationship between me and the ocean.
Moonlit Beach
The waves were dancing to the will of the silver moon,
They bent and crashed as the wind whistled its haunting tune,
I muttered my secret into the ocean’s ear,
And watched it disappear into the tide from the darkened pier,
My whisper traveled farther down the coast until it sunk to the seafloor,
It was between me and the sea and so I wasn’t alone anymore,
As I stood on the dock on that warm summer night,
I swore never to forget this glimmering beach in the moonlight.
