Waves Rush By Poem by Anita Atina

The sounds of the sea are now so far away,
I strain to hear the never-ending waves come in,
At this distance, all I hear is my imagination,
Magnifying the wind, as it rushes by this emptiness.

Disembodied flight announcements,
Float away, as if repelled by my thoughts,
That long to return to the place I used to know,
My heaven on earth.

Whether imagination or reality,
Blend so wonderfully to bestow,
An almost magical quality to our special places,
I’m not so sure.

But I do know I miss the rush of waves,
Clinging wet sand beneath our feet,
As we walked to the far end of the beach,
With no intention of turning back.