Ocean

Yesterday the sea was laid flat and her emotions also as if one were a mirrored reflection of the other.

Today the waves come like a coiffured fifties hair do, over pronounced in the arch and impossible to avert her gaze from. Two consecutive days in her life and what changed ?.  One she saw with muted emotion and emptiness rolling away too too fast to catch it .

The other her sentimental expression is fiercely crashing like the waves, rising, falling, present and yet eventually dissipating to a lullaby.Maybe she stayed longer to see with patience attention .


Aren't her thoughts mimicking the ocean
existentially to allow her to freestyle or sink. Both scatter the light and the dark, calm and uncertainties at a whim. Can she swim or float can she feel the bottom to feel sure ?. Or does she just dive in and find out without the security blanket of her old arm bands of essentialism . And allow herself a new opportunity to embrace those salty formless arms holding her but not controlling. It tempts her with its transparent agenda all aqua blue like a wink of an eye . The ocean pulsates with the echoes of possibilities . It makes her feel alive .