By the sea

She used to come to the beach
To stand there for hours and gaze at the waves,
Her hair rippling like a restless sea.
She’d lean her hands on the rough stone wall
While waves hurled themselves at the rocks below,
As if trying to reach her and wash her away…
Walking home, she’d seem tuned to some faraway sound
Beyond the quiet of leafy streets,
And she’d stop and peer at an image unknown,
Reflected in the windows of a local café.

…She hasn’t been seen for a while.
Whenever I ask, her neighbours just say:
“…I think she has left…”, “…must have moved away…”
Others now come to her favourite spot
To enjoy the views and the fresh salty air…
I try not to go there more than twice a day,
But deep in each window I pass, I can glimpse
Bright and strange creatures in the shimmering waves
Whose voices beckon me time and again
Against the unending song of the sea.

By the sea

PenguinVic

Melbourne, Australia

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This is an Elwood poem (Elwood being a seaside suburb in Melbourne, Aust., where I live)

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