A day at the Beach

It was a nice day at the beach

I stood still, fiddling with the soft breeze

Searing, vidid streaks of light,

Pierced through my eyes

Painfully forcing my eyelids to glide open

I capture a solitary wave curls,

That turned the sunlight to shards

I smirked at the sweet justice of the wave

that braced my pain with all its might

As I coalesced the pieces on the silent horizon,

A man, arms thrashing, mirrored back 

Swallowed by the merciless sea,

His screams merge with the salt wind.

I looked around and I saw faces, twenties and tens of faces 

A gallery of stillness,

Lines etched in cold unchanging reveries,

Eyes vacant, reflecting the abyss.

I stand with my voice torn,

Screaming against the indifferent sky,

My cries dissolve in the vast expanse.

Nothing reverberates, nothing moves in sync

"HELP! HELP! THAT MAN IS DROWNING!"

Pointing my finger as sharp as a dagger

In hopes it aims at the devouring waves

Sunbathers gazes anchor, unyielding,

Lips sealed, hearts sealed,

A congregation of voiceless stone.

I run to the shore, his tilted head keeps getting closer and closer

His coarse gasps are sharper than the wave

Fear presses my chests

"How can I save you?!", I cry

My breath turns to ice,

Words choke in the hollow of my throat,

I am suffocating in their silence.

Wait a minute! 

People are moving, talking and crowding

A flashing light covers my sight

Then, the lifeguard emerges

With a phone in his hand

"Oh my God! That's horrible!"," What is going on?", 

"someone save that man!", "he must've fell off a smuggling boat", 

"my child is scared", "who gobbles a whole watermelon and goes to swim?", 

The yatters are getting louder.

Louder than my hoarse screams and the man's chokes

His hand reaches to the top,

Fingers like white specters,

Clutching at the floating green sepals,

slipping away.

His head sinks deeper and deeper

The rising tide pushes me away

Each wave a final whisper,

A reminder of the Shahada 

As the liquid black spreads wider.

I find myself at the shore,

Laid down like the Statue of Liberty,

Silent as the ocean’s grave.

The sun was still red and large

What I thought was blinding me, actually opened my eyes.