Awash

An endless sequence marching to the shore, the repetitious, mesmerizing sea. The shoulders, tensed, relaxing all the more as wave on wave come rolling over me. Beyond the bar, the deeper hues of blue turn emerald as they pass across the sand; a frothy white appears as if on cue, and rides, rambunctious, all the way to land. A sound machine so marvelously made, enraptured, I am caught up in a trance. A symphony, with crashing symbols, played; the waves complete a choreographed dance. The soothing sound compounds its sweet effects; I breathlessly anticipate the next. ————— for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 4 Poetry Contest sponsored by Mark Toney Written 06/19/2022