Thursday, May 5, 2011

On the Beach

By Joseph Hesch

I’ve spent life with damp big toes
and dry hair; never dove in,
never got those pruney fingers,
just the guilt and jealousy
of watching you happy amphibs
while I itched from sandy shorts.

I’m told it’s an itch that can’t
be scratched, the only relief
would come from standing tall and
striding into the waves: waist deep
would be enough, I should think,
to get that feel of real life.

That’s also deep enough to
drop the shorts and let currents
do the work of pulling sand
and inhibition from places
I hid, not because I feared
getting in, more getting out.


  1. Wouldn't that be considered skinny dipping ? I have had the fear of my bikini top falling off, but then I am a bit of an exhibitionist, so what the heck ... Tee hee hee ..
    Love the poem

  2. well...time to get your hair wet would be the perfect liquid for this...smiles..i like this poem

  3. playful and beautiful words.

    the beach is a place for fun and romance.
    bless your weekend.

  4. Glad to discover your poetry talent,
    Hope to see you join our poetry potluck today,
    1 to 3 random poems or poems unrelated to our theme are welcome in case you fall short in doing a theme fitting piece.
    Bless you.
    Keep up the excellence.