Sea Shore

Edward Hopper 'Rooms by the Sea'

First Movement
In the land where Steinbeck walked, on the roads that swallowed James Dean, I tumbled about as a youth.

The sea and the trees.

The city streets and rolling hills.

Shadows and light.

Wandering far yet always close to home.

Befriended yet alone.

Why so few memories from these days?

 

Second Movement
My remembrances are sudden and jarred like a speedway blur.

The weather worn stairway still leads down to the beach.

I'm standing on the shore by the sea.

I walk with you.

I touch your hand.

We see the same things yet never meet eyes.

The red sun sets into a hazy blue.

In that very instance, quick as a flash, a boy loves a girl.