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“The Stairs to the Sea”
 
The spray from
the incoming waves
hit her face
a millisecond
after breaking
against the rocks,
she sat above
the water’s reach
on some stairs
that went to
a beach
that only existed
during an extremely
low tide
right now hidden
beneath
the churning
foamy water
of the sea,
she looked down
into the dancing
waves
and steadfast
rocks
lit only by the
half moon
above the cove
giving the water
a fluorescent
glint
like a big
lightbulb
was turned on
a few feet
below
the surface,
she was barefoot
wearing shorts
and a tee shirt
with a pullover
hoodie
her legs hanging
down
catching more of
the spray
then her face
as she sits
leaning over a
lower rail
of the stairs,
she stares into
the whirlpool
below her
watching the water
work its way
up the stairs
towards her
like looking into
a giant blender,
she was a
local girl
so she knew
it was just
a matter of
time
till the well
worn
flat platform
she was sitting
on
would be
consumed
by the sea
at least
temporarily
only to be
released again
with the dawning
of the sun
and the next
low tide,
her whole body
was feeling limp
like it wants
to just slide
away down
and become one
with the sea
a wandering
wave
just trying to
find its way
back home,
she could feel
her grip loosening
on the rail
her mind
lost in the
stars
the hypnotic
pulse
of that eerily
lit world
below her
beckoning her
as if it was
offering her
safety from the
evils
that were pursuing
her,
her hoodie
starts to feel
heavy
weighing her down
as its cotton
threads
begin to hold
on to the mist
and spray
from the sea
like all of
the problems
weighing on her
mind
she wanted to
slip away
from both of
them
and be free,
she had tripped
on her way
down the unlit
path
the front of
her right leg
picking up
a deep gash
that is still
oozing out
the jagged cut,
the water crept
closer now
the spray from
the waves
changed to a
splash
that hit
against her
exposed
wound
a jolt ran
through her body
as the salty
cold sea water
mixed with her
warm blood
bringing her
state of mind
back to the
plane of reality,
she stands up
pulls off her
hoodie
her thin tee
shirt
clinging to her
body
as she ties
the long sleeves
of the hoodie
around the upper
rail of the
platform
of stairs
she was sitting
on
leaving behind
her
drenched hoodie
and she hopes
some of her
mental burdens
as well,
she takes a
last look
towards the water
when she gets
to the top
of the stairs
her hoodie
hanging from
the upper rail
by its long
sleeves
casting an empty
dark shadow
from the light
of the half
moon
across where
she was once
sitting,
where it is
now making
body like
movements
in the air
coming to life
in the soft
waves
of the wind…
 
     Tom Allen…09-07-2018…