Wake up

As I walked the shore, my feet sore from the sand grain scratching at my skin from the miles, my eyes gazed across the ocean as it has so many afternoons.  Yet this evening the dark blue looked different.  I saw the beauty of the ocean in a different way, the deep blue waters, the sparkling light that glimmered on it's surface.  Was this the same ocean I have walked along so many nights?  Is this the ocean that crashed it's loud waves every morning pounding the rock into sand?  I began to think that I might have not seen the waters correctly with my weary eyes.  

In the beautiful sunset I chose to dive in, the warm waters welcoming me.  I swam with the fish, saw the color of the coral, felt the current lift me.  I felt alive, washed from the long days of the earth.  I floated with ease and caressed by the water.  A moment of bliss only witnessed by the night moon.

As the night passed, the light of the moon slowly hid behind the dense clouds.  The wake which lovingly lifted me began to shake.  The swell of the current under the dark of the sea too far for me to see began to quake.  I swam as I could, paddled and breathed as I could.  I would lose my breath as the water would choke me and quickly break to allow me to breathe, only to splash on my face again.  I entered the ocean which so warmly welcomed me only to be tormented by the storm. Bruised, tired, out of breath on the brink of death I find myself washed ashore on another abandoned island.  The wake of the waves took me from the beach I walked, the place I knew leaving me isolated on an new island all alone. I sit with the sand bonded to the residue of the ocean still gripping on.  The sand slowly drying and adhering to my skin.  Did the ocean trick me, betray my desires?  Was I so tired of the dry sand?  Was it because I didn't know how to swim?  Or maybe next time I just take a boat.