Rain is falling upon my sunburnt skin
Making me weep for want of piety
Lusting for the cold droplets
To bleed the redness from my skin
The sun releasing its powers over me
As it did over the water, sucking it up
To allow the clouds to dump this
Crescendo of blame.
Nature is does not gloat but grows weary
of my own glorified self indulgence.
Did I take thee steps along the silica beach,
towards the promise of redemption?
Reaching swift waters of the sandy channel
I leave the crossing too late, nearly drowning as I try
To free myself from the powerful drag
Of the rip that wants to float my body out to sea
But I win. I kick hard and flail my arms
Flop like a fisherman’s catch upon the sand
Covering my skin in a fine downy white
That only the ocean knows how to reclaim.
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