Listening to the Waves
A poem
the thrumming highs and lows as the ocean builds its strength to deliver water to the barren land hearing the splash as it overcomes itself rolling into a larger being and the shuffle of the sand as it gladly accepts its drink Then the pull the pull of the ocean demanding itself back memories span far and wide as I remember, comfort settling into my soul as the sounds of the waves envelope my heart, and pull back a mimic of real life, the sound the most vivid heart coming alive and settling into the sands my memories consist not of images but of feelings and sounds smells and dreams remembering my young self, gritty sand between my toes, cold rushing around my ankles, waves rocking my tiny body back and forth the sound of roaring filling my ears and never wanting to leave this place the daily journeys to the ocean, frizzy brown hair bouncing ditching shoes and flip flops and sinking into the burning sand march-running to the ocean the sudden change to firm ground, cooled by the ocean the sun caresses my skin, as i chase the waves running to catch the arc of each curve before the water collapses and rushes to greet the land I remember sleeping to the song of the ocean heart floating in the crashes and hums eyes gently closing, sunbaked skin red, but not aching warmth soaking my body from a day at the ocean my breath starting to mimic the pull and the rush as sleep overtook me the ocean calls my name well overdue for a visit just to watch the sun set over the waves, brilliant colors of purple, pink, red and orange, reflected by the ocean and sand soaked with salty water though my mind conjures no image the awe and peace of those moments fill my mind of the gasp, and the wonder as I watched, enraptured cold rocks beneath my seated form wind dancing on my skin, my camera perched, clicking unable to capture the beauty of being there, in the moment the ocean calls my name and my heart answers, settling for audio as I wait my chance to greet the cold pacific, with the distinct smell of fish, foggy air in the morning, and the screeches of the seagulls, filling my body with peace, to watch Allah’s creation one I was so lucky to know



How beautiful 💖 a lovely read as usual, sister