19 December 2012

Tide

The old soul wearing a middle ground body sat in preternatural calm, on warm rocks with the cold sea lapping at his feet. He thought of currents, the Gulf Stream and Humboldts of the world caressing his legs with soft whispers of presences in the deep. His jeans were three shade of indigo dissolving into the restless water. There were barnacles, scratchy.

For the first time in his life the gelatinous fingers of seaweed entwined about his toes failed to make him shudder. This was new. Perhaps a sign of new things to come. A sea change, he thought. The idea brought a smile to his sunburned cheeks.

Sea change. Yes. The old soul reached up to adjust the salt-rimed hat that crowned his head. The hat was old, its fabric soaked with memory, and with pretensions to being green. He snugged it down, and pulled his windbreaker a little closer in. The argentine sun was high up in a sky that defined cerulean yet it offered little real warmth. Wind and water saw to that.

Still, he kept his feet where the breakers could touch them. The water was cold, but felt good. In its own aqueous way it felt like a blanket the old soul used to have, back when he was a boy and the world was new. The water rose and fell, inducing the tide in his veins that swelled to spring tide in his heart.

He sighed. waves gurgled and hissed among the rocks. The leading edge of the water slowly edged backwards away from him, and quiet fell along the shore. The old soul looked up. He expected that seventh wave to come roaring out of the sea, and if his eyes didn't deceive him, there was a big swell eating the horizon. His teeth flashed in the sun. Salt air filled his lungs, and he knew.

Sea change, yes. It was there. It was coming. As a younger man, the sight of such a swell would have sent him running up the beach. But not now. He laid his hands in his lap, mind filling with nothing, waiting to embrace the wave that would surely sweep him off the rocks.

12 comments:

  1. Holy shit, Irish!!

    Wait. Can I say "holy shit"? :-)

    Moving. You have SUCH a lovely way with words.

    Pearl

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  2. Pearl ! said it so well. LOL ... Irish, you gave me goose bumps. ( I know, all the girls say that :)

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  3. Don't let it sweep you off the rocks Gumbo. You've got too many people who want to go body surfing with you.

    Jason
    The CheekyDaddy

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    1. Jason, I think I will be okay even of it does sweep me off the rocks. I have a feeling i just need to go with it :)

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  4. The composure of an old man and his sea, lost in midst of change. Perfect.

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    1. Yes, exactly. And looking forward to it!

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  5. This is beautiful and it made me think of my Daddy. He was and old salt :)

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    1. I am honored to be in the company of your Da, Rene.

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  6. I miss the sea and this story makes me miss it more

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    1. The sea is ever with us, it is is the blood.

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  7. It is the pits to get too old to do things you want to continue doing.

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    1. Ha! And as my own Da says, "I don't mind getting old, because what's the alternative?"

      Peace to you.

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