Icy froth crashes over unshod feet,
Numbing and cramping as they slowly sink into sea-washed sand,
Pant legs soaked with limitless brine.
The gale whips up waves dressed in white one after another,
Chilling me to the bone with cold excitement,
Breath and spirit become one with the undulation.
Sting of salt spray does not deter as I spy the fractured horizon,
Dreaming of serving on the distant freighter
Rising and falling with the swells on it’s way to exotic ports.
What better life is there than to work shoulder-to-shoulder with your brethren
Under sun and on sea,
Conjoined with the natural forces overhead and underfoot.
Were it not for you my love– this destiny I would have fulfilled,
But alas…it was not to be,
For I love you more than the sand, the sun and the sea.
So here I stand,
Looking out on what might have been,
Joyful for what is
And content with what will be.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Beautiful, now I can’t help but wonder if this is true – but don’t tell me!
My first love was the sea, that is where I saw myself spending my life either in our Coast Guard or a a Merchant Marine, but then I met my wife who I love with all of my heart and my direction changed. I gave up on this dream and have no regrets having done so, but I do still love the sea. It is the one thing that I miss living in the desert southwestern U.S. away from the ocean I grew up on.
I love this. Your love of the sea is certainly expressed. Beautiful.
Thank you so much, I really do love and miss it. Maybe someday… 🙂