ECHOES IN THE SEA

The sea is alive tonight,
waves rolling in an endless progression,
whispering across the sand
speaking of life in exotic lands.
Walking at the waters edge,
I smell the clean, salt tang that spices the air,
released from the foam and bubbles
of waves washing my feet.
Bending down, I reach out
allowing a wave to caress my hand
It clings to my fingers
in iridescent beads
which I bring to my lips...
ahh, the sweet bitterness.
Where did that bead come from,
how far had it traveled to kiss my skin
and to be kissed in return?
The sea is alive with motion, eddies, currents...
I have added to the motion,
as others have in preceding minutes,
hours, days, months, years...
The force that formed the wave
that brought me that bead,
may have been created
by two lovers in the sea...
the waves caressing, while they caress,
their movements echoed by the water...
echoes that traveled to me.
Licking the salt from my lips, I savor this moment.