2013-07-26 / Community

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An Occasional Feature...

Rockaway Beach

The ocean is my spiritual mentor
She recalibrates
my pulsating heart
To a signing song

Here I can listen
Yes.
Here I can listen.

My flesh touches the sand
Earth to earth
And I am reminded of what
Of what I am.

Here boundless.
I remember where I began
She is me.

As she greets the wooden planks
That once held space in her
wake
I realize that this is not
Destruction

This cycle
Of death and birth
Only bare weight to man

I listen
As he drills Amazonian wood

Which she gifted him
into the sunken
house behind me.

Woven rope will hang here
Giving rest for bodies
Suspended too in her wake

Man is the only form
on this planet
That fears its expiration date

Yet, she is a timeless mother.
To remind me,
That she, that we,
are constantly birthing.

She birthed this.

This feeling.
This unity.
Rockaway beach.

And there she did it.
Her soft lullaby
My soft lullaby
That sometimes I forget to hear
Has laid me down again
At our feet.

– Alexa Rosenthal

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