The Beach2 mins 629 2 mins 629
The ball hit me on the head.
Startled, I glanced up.
The heat had lulled me into a catnap.
An apologetic young man
That crowded haven,
Beach of life.
Bathers yelling in glee,
Sprawling on the silky sand,
Deck chairs in rows,
Strains of music from the shacks.
I sat up and watched the beach ball game.
Soldiers on a break.
Laughing and lunging,
Lunging and laughing.
Such joy around everywhere.
A deep, deep peace.
Smiling faces, excited voices.
People from everywhere,
Remote places of the world.
Shacks serving multifarious dishes,
Drinks with sensuous names.
All tranquil, all happy.
No network needed.
No dire news to disturb.
The law of the sea here,
Where the sand seduces,
And birds set the pace.
Beach life! Where the religion is peace!
Where one bares down to essentials
For no armour is needed.
Where soldiers can relax
And forget the horrors,
The formidable call of duty.
Where a game means fun,
And defeat celebrated with a drink.
I see the young faces,
Joyous, full of life,
Soaking in the peaceful life,
The slow gait,
The fancy spread of delectable dishes,
The pure air,
And the rhythmic sounds of the waves.
Why only on the beach?
Why doesn't this same peace remain everywhere?
Why can't people leave prejudice, pride, power,
And exist in harmony?
Why do they forget their origins here
And remember only that they're on the beach?
What makes them forget the strife, the animosity
And recall only the good life?
Maybe the answer is in the sea.
That great, rolling mass of water,
That phenomenon of nature
Rendering man powerless,
A minuscule creature
Who cannot even gauge its sheer depth,
The vastness of life it contains,
The magical harmony with which it continues its journey through eternity.
Maybe it makes man realize his petty problems
And gives him a sense of wisdom,
Of the greatness of creation and the universe,
And reminds him of his real place in the scheme of life.
Maybe, at least momentarily,
He focuses on enjoying
What he's got.
Maybe, if life was all beach..