
Empty Morning
Since the fish refuse to come and play,
the fishermen have gone away.
And since there are no fish to score,
the birds have found another shore
to swoop over and sit upon.
The beach is empty when fish are gone.
Yesterday a busy throng
milled on the beach the whole day long.
But today they’ve gone to job
or school or kitchen—the whole mob.
My world is quiet. The ocean swell
once more has a tale to tell
purely itself. No interlopers.
No beer-swiggers or docile dopers.
No kids squealing as they wade
with parents watching from the shade
of palapas strung along the shore
close enough to ocean’s roar
to grab a toddler grown too brave
from the grasp of an ambitious wave.
Once more, the beach is just itself.
The sand has formed an unmarred shelf
just outside my beachside door.
No beach shovels to scoop and gore,
no sandcastles along the shore.
No footsteps strung along the beach
extending far above wave’s reach.
No butts or bottles, abandoned sandals.
No beach graffiti by vandals
innocently written in the sand
with a stick held in the hand.
“Chuy loves Luz” erased by wave,
impossible, perhaps to save
in either beachside sand or heart,
their teenage love doomed from the start.
All these stories tucked away
by one of few who chose to stay
after the throng has returned home,
leaving only ocean foam
that overnight swept them away.
Every morning, a clean new day.

The prompt word today was minimal. I used the theme for the poem, but not the word itself. If you are a prompt-purist and feel the word must be seen, read on:
You won’t find the word “minimal.”
Its presence is subliminal!
This is lovely — I’m sorry the fishes have left, the birds and larger critters and fishermen following close — but how relaxing to have a morning with just the pristine sounds of the waves!
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It was a holiday long weekend so hundreds of families thronged the beach and people upstairs as well so I had problems finding a place to tether Morrie as I didn’t want him to disturb them. A lovely family, but glad to have my privacy again and freedom to use the terrace on my own.
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wonderful
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Thanks, Sue. I love hearing reactions to posts. Nice of you to take the time to comment.
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But really, isn’t that the very BEST part of the morning? That fresh beach and clean sand?
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Absolutely. Good to have a bit of space around one walking down the beach and fewer people for Morrie to offer his ball to.
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“No butts or bottles, abandoned sandals.
No beach graffiti by vandals
innocently written in the sand
with a stick held in the hand.”
That was pure poetic gold right there. Great piece, Judy!
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Thanks, Darryl.
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This was fun to read. 🙂
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