Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Bay

The waves
of olive green
lap softly
on the muddy shore.

The pungent smell
of salty, rotting fish,
given as an offering
to the gods of modernity,
surrounds the vacationers .

Nature has been
relegated to the outskirts--
down the street,
around the corner,
and to the left,
to be seen only
when you steal
a few minutes
alone.

3 comments:

TACParent said...

I highly encourage you to "steal a few minutes alone." Connecting with nature is well worth it. A gift God has so graciously given us.

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

You are right. This one comes from when I was a kid, alone and exploring the environs around Ocean City (the bay side) in the morning. I was always a bit sad that the rest of the whole "Ocean City-ness" seemed to block the real nature there.

S.L. Corsua said...

Loved this. It takes me back to my hometown (just minutes away from two beaches, several rivers, numerous fishpens and oyster farms). ;) Thanks for sharing. I've missed spending time here. Cheers.

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