Finally
The day was hot, hotter than usual. My mind was running so fast for so long, time got away from me. I found myself driving away from everything and straight to your beckoning shores. Lucky to find a space, I parked, pausing to catch my breath, my heart beating fast with anticipation. Quickly, I walked to the sandy shore. Some were sunbathing. Kids laughed in the water. A mother closely watched her toddler in the shallow water. Finding a bare spot on the sand, I emptied my pockets, wrapped everything in my shirt, laying it by my shoes.
I desperately want to see you, feel you, jump into you like the waters spreading before me. Without thinking, I ran into the surf, a childlike smile spreading across my face, until my knees couldn't clear the surface. Diving in, I felt the full embrace of your waters, tasted the salinity of your warm waves, and darted back to the surface where I opened my eyes wide at the big, blue sky. I was in you, and all the way.
Sometimes I ache for you, wishing you were right across the room. Sometimes I want to tell you things, but you're not here. I want to hear your voice, your laugh. You bore through my thoughts — every one of them — until I'm sure I thought of nothing but you all day. You are like the shining of the sun on the ocean, searing like the hot sand, accepting like the water — a tempest and calm all at once.
Closing my eyes again, I float, face toward the sky, feeling the sun, at one with everything. Immersed, bled out, breathing but not thinking, connected but no longer striving. It's how I imagine your arms feel. Like the end of a long, hot day and you waiting for me like the ocean I dive into. I break the surface and dive toward you. It may sound common or even small, but it's a wish that keeps me going, grinding through my days, until I finally arrive on your shore.
Thank you for reading. And God bless.
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