Poetry by Isabella Waldron
I have been walking on a beach, Pleasantly lost somewhere on the coast. As warm sand weaves itself between my toes, And the sun stretches lazily across my back. I have found myself hypnotized by the lure of the bright blue waves, Calling to me before turning to liquid crystal as they pool around my feet. I have wandered for miles on sand Before the soft grain sinks beneath my feet, Trying to be light as the stray seagull feather that falls. I have been where the din of people shouting and seagulls crying and the ocean’s call calms me. I have found a seashell, Flecked with sand, like the black freckles on my cat’s nose. And considered bringing it home In a paint-flaked, salt scented, red bucket, Before returning that shell carefully to its bed of sand. I have seen the ocean grow angry and toss in its sleep, Growing dark and cold and unknown to any. I have seen the ocean tease, As it comes feet away from the edge of the shore And then pulls away, Giddy with its deceit. I have gone dancing with the ocean’s foam. The foam that clings tenderly to the shore. I have seen the ocean relax at last, Opening its languid arms, Inviting all beach wanderers To run into the tepid water. They run with a fervor. For they too have been walking on a beach, And found the ocean alive.