Ode to the Ocean

Southern California’s southern summer beaches

Coastlines lined with luminescent sunlight rays

Illuminating the capacious coast of California

Basking on the beach’s brae the waves beckon me in

I sit up, shuffle to the sea, and take a short swim

The tepid waters I tread are far from tranquil

But I keep treading still

The private, peopleless Pacific beach becomes

More alluring because it’s abandoned, arcane, and all mine

Seagulls circle and scope the scintillating cyanic sea

Searching for fish or for any food for that matter

But they fly off finding nothing to their avail

Feeling stress free and fully relaxed

I swim ashore and take a short nap

Basking in the incandescent beams of the midday sun

Dreaming of the days when I was young

Microscopic Imperfections

Put anyone under a microscope and you can see their weaknesses

Everything they do wrong; all the shattered bits and pieces

Nothing looks good when it’s inspected that close

You can see an almost perfect person’s faults

Yet you examine me under your microscope and depict my every weakness

Was I all you dreamed and hoped after you wrote your first thesis?

There’s no need to make any preconceptions

I’ve come with my own perception

Who are you to scrutinize this closely;

When our faults can be divided equally?

Who are you to scan for imperfections?

Who are you to offer corrections?

Who are you to judge me?

When you are the one with fallacy