Homecoming
by Paloma
He stands at the shore
sand pushes up and over his toes
in a wash of loneliness.
Lee shades his eyes and
looks at the open faced sea.
The foam, a white laced shawl
carelessly tossed aside in a moment
of
defiance,
heartbreak,
falls like snow, in bits, on the shore.
His hands shove into
the blue pockets, deep as
underwater caves, of his jacket.
The wind tosses around his
head , like the white seabirds that
scream above, words that
tore a friendship and splintered Lee's resolve.
A misunderstanding, his anger
and the crash of waves that chilled,
stunned, both men in the sun of that afternoon.
With sea spray in his
dark hair and the fading gold light of
dusk in his eyes, he knows he cannot leave her.
The sea, a lover who pulls at this blood,
hides herself in the creases of his hand,
and calls his name in the
high pitch of a summer' storm.
He will return.