With Aging, an Ocean Memory
Each wave, a poem
My past floats ashore with each foamy wave,
a childhood memory, an image of my parents
taking a picture on a Polaroid
A toddler afraid of the tide
There are ever-changing memories at sea —
angels and sinners I’ve met randomly,
and that time in a dream, shedding my clothing,
exploring the world with a Persian princess
My heart floats in the sea
My soul bobs like a buoy, lost loves, drifting spirit,
all mingled in an ocean of transition,
steeped in the unconscious brine
These are pleasures that roll in,
bountiful, transitory, and vague
Each wave is a life lesson
of chances lost and gained
There is a kiss with each wave
A gentle touch of the face,
walking barefoot past the sandpipers,
tossing a frisbee against the wind
Each incoming wave is a poem,
both turbulent and calm
The cherished past recedes again,
then returns to the mind’s collage.
© 2021 Mark Tulin
Here’s a flashback of childhood by Mark —
