Redondo
The beach at Redondo,
The pier and the smells
Of ocean crustaceans
Shuttled in swells,
Pushed from the coast
Of a faraway land
To find me alone
On Pacific white sand.
A chill in the air,
Foreboding the skies,
The ocean in flux,
A single gull cries,
I sat on the sand
Contemplatively sought
The presence of those
Who were distantly caught.
Beneath foaming brine
A glowing appeared -
A light in the waves
That seemingly neared.
Bubbles that perked
Like an old coffee pot
On the surface erupted
In glimmering dots.
Advancing to shore
Unsettled I spied
A shadow emerging
Aloft on the tide.
An alien form
From the seabed to stand
Fifty feet down
From my place in the sand.
The gull in the dark
Cried out in the night,
Awakening others
To join it in flight.
As the silhouette passed
In silence to shore -
A diver defined
By the tanks that he wore.
We arose from the sea,
Its ancient waves bore
Our birth and there's proof
When alone at the shore..