Meditation at Hampton Beach

Written By: Diane T. Padilla

I am not an afterthought
dancing to the tune of
a silver starfish
Beached on the shores
of a fractured life.
Slate gray tide of smiles
Rolls in then a rapid retreat
when an outstretched hand
takes the bait.
Only once were the waters
stilled long enough to gaze
into the blue, finding deep
Currents of confusion.
In an underwater cave of hidden passions
Swirling, roiling, tossing, churned up, pulled under.
No more fishing in these waters
Dark and stormy.
I fight my way out of the riptide
and stand on solid ground where
I see a starfish
bleached white by the sun of my indifference.

(This is a revision of a poem published in the fall 2002 issue of Centripetal, the arts magazine at Plymouth State University, under the name, “Afterthought”).

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