The Ocean Knows My Secrets

The ocean knows my secrets. The waves hear my thoughts. The sand soaks up my worries as my mind races and hurries. The gulls are calling out to me, wanting to bring me home. The sea, it beckons, crying out, ” come home to where you belong”. I live in a concrete jungle, buildings on every block. Looking around I see a person lost deep within themself. That person isn’t home. That person is in the wrong place. The person only feels at home in a wide open space. The person travels eleven hundrend miles. Far to the world she knows. And when she arrives the gulls start to cry taking that person back home. I arrive on the spot, a surf board in my hand. Wet suit on my body, feet in the sand. I step into the ocean blue, feel the waves on my legs. The chilled water making me numb, my lips turning dark. But none of that matters because I’m in the place that I love. I swim out deep, yards from the seals. Wary of the sharks that swim near. I turn and paddle in an attempt to catch a wave. Then surf into shore, never falling, the entire way. Throughout the summer, throughout the year, the ocean keeps hearing all of my triumphs, all of my fears, The waves wisper back, telling me to stay strong. And I keep swimming along. But eventually I must go back. I must leave my true home. The concrete jungle needs me to walk the streets some more. So I sadly leave, I trudge on back. Eleven hundred miles to the place where the ocean is lacked. But during the year I think of my days, speaking my thoughts to the waves. And I know when I return, the water will churn. And the ocean will hear my secrets once more.