Vacation Poetry
Change at the Beach
By Jamie Notter
As I eclipse the dune
The reality hits me:
The beach has changed.
Inlet shifted.
Tide lines moved.
Landscape altered.
Wise locals nod knowingly
To the great storm
That means nothing to me.
I only know my beach has changed
Yet I stop
And marvel at my own daughters
Prancing in the surf.
Now young ladies,
Their little girl ways
Only a memory
Of course my beach
Has changed.
Permanence was only an illusion.
I took comfort
In the constant crashing
Of the waves
And the unending pull
Of the tides
But my beach laughs at my wistful
Longing for stability.
It knows only to be alive
Offering the piercing beauty
Of an unapologetic commitment to power.
I stand in awe, yet
The sand crab emerges
From its dark hole
Peering at the same beach
That I claim to be radically
Transformed.
As it takes in the dramatic scene
It unceremoniously discards the tiny
Morsel of sand for which it has no use.
Attentive to life fully
It doesn’t wait for others
To acknowledge the importance
Of its effort
Or authorize
the value
Of its commitment.
Or applaud the courage
Of its actions.
Our beach is ready for us
It has always been ready
To smile when we step
Through our story
Into the wind and crashing waves
Of truth.
2 Comments
Greg Melia, CAE
Excellent Jamie! I think you should mark your calendar to repost this again (and again) in the winter.
Kristi Donovan
i like it.